Looking back to my childhood
Until now,
I realized ,for good,
That I never had my own home.

My family was always with me,but roof overhead,
We never had.
Maybe they thought they had,
But I'm the proof that something was missing.

The anchor, that holds our home to the bottom,
Was never thrown to the sea of safety.

I traveled a lot around the world.
And I move very often.
I write this because I'm leaving this flat where I am now.
I'm leaving the view from the balcony, where I spent time waiting for the dawn and praying in a completely different way.

It's like I have 'the home' in my heart.
This is why I like to come to my people and keep in mind that I have to leave soon, but be back again in a while.

My heart recognized once the home where I belong, unfortunately
Not in this dimension...Of course It do exist here,
It's in the city where my transformation started and where I met my true self.

The path with blue skyscrapers aside, I'm looking for the sun at the end of the street of my life, hoping for the person that holds the key of our home, even though he doesn't know he has one, but I do know that he needs time too.

I'll travel and move forward as much as I can,
And be the one who carries home within myself.
Everything you truly believe ,It's always there.