They say home is where the heart is,
but what if your heart is elsewhere?
In the hands of another
or the Siamese twin of your soul sister?
Lying broken in a graveyard of lost treasures
or maybe a sacred hometown?
Flying high in the clouds above
or buried "six feet below"?
Among others in the home of a god
or floating adrift in a vast universe?

Wherever it may be,
it'd better be safe,
because the heart
is a fragile thing,
and here we live
in a dangerous
world.