In that place, away from home,
No one waits for me at the door,
No one's there to embrace me,
But it calls me back today.
It has seen my fires and storms,
Yet it holds me with care,
And takes me the way I am.
All my life, I have been wanting an escape,
An escape from the truths and lies,
And the fears they scare me with,
And the threatenings they threat me with.
That place, away from home,
Strangely, not knowingly,
Became the escape, all I ever needed.
My routes were always lost,
And my dreams, a shattered maze,
My truths, their obvious lies.
Odd that I am, I don't fit in.
Home changed its meaning over time,
I guess, it has not much for me here,
I guess, home has not much to offer to wanderers and the lost.
Somewhere in our lost journey,
And alone for sure,
For no one holds your hand to get lost,
And home doesn't fits in me,
I don't fit in home.
And strong that I am, I console my heart,
Calm down O' dear,
Not everyone has a home.