What is home? Welcome steps? Mother's love? Father's hate?
What is home? Is it even a place? Is it like Heaven? Or is it another Hell?
What is home? Is it a someone who believes in you when others say you're done?
What is home? Is it a thought that shelters your memories when you're distraught?
What is home? Is it the place I'm searching for or the one that I left?
Flying home tonight. You'd think I would expect rest and respite - far from it. We all search for the abstract 'home' all our lives. But what does that word really mean?