You look and you look
For a place to call home
You sit in your house
Yet you still feel alone
You search in the shadows
You try in the rain
But all that you find
Is still darkness and pain
You start conversations
You look for new friends
Though the seasons will change
And relationships end
So you think you'll be happy
If you go to the sea
But you get there and think
Perhaps the hills are for me
No tides, no changes
Just grass and blue sky
But you get there and realize
There's no place to hide
So you think to the one place
You haven't yet looked
You pick up a pencil
And a blank little book
You write down your story knowing
Words won't pretend
Words never change
Never leave, never end
So you write and you write
And out comes your soul
And within yourself
You find you've always been home.