It's not where you come from It's not where you've been It's not your bad choices Nor the guilt that flushes in
It's not the people staring Nor the thoughts in your head It's not the voices saying That you're better off dead.
It's the people that's around you The people that you know It's the songs that's on repeat And the poems you read alone
It's the sun rising in the morning And it's the raindrops splashing to the ground It's the love that which surrounds you And the home that you have found.
I found a home. It's not a place, it's not a "somewhere", it's someone.