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Jun 2015
I used to have a home
But now I wander free
From all that ties us
To a certain place
No friends, no family
To draw me back there
To the ghosts and the demons
That haunt what used to be home

Now my home is wherever I am
The road, the sky
The bag I carry and the wind at my feet
Now home is wherever I rest
My weary, worn out bones
Written by
Chaos
227
   Mike Hauser and Nicole Dawn
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