why is the thought "i want to go home"
the only thing in my head
when i'm in my bed?

when i'm sick
or feel like dying
all i want is to go home

it's been the same cry since i was young
begging for the comfort of home

but where is home?

i feel it's somewhere in the galaxies
where i cannot quite reach,
a heaven, perhaps,
a warm, inviting place
that i can only imagine
being full of love.

*i just want to go home