I always wanted a quiet home
A tidy place where everything is where it belongs
A place with order and rules, leaders and followers
But above all else I have always wanted a quiet home

But I was born into a noisy home
A place with no order
No rhyme or no reason
I did not choose to, but I have always lived in a noisy home

The thing about a noisy home is that
The more you try to quiet it, the louder it gets
The noise can be quite exhausting in my home
Indeed, the only way to fix a noisy home is to leave

The thing about my noisy home is that
When I leave I can never come back
The noise will stop but so will all else
And I will have no home to come back to

Oh how I wish I was born with a quiet home
A place with silence and peace
But my wishes only add to the noise
And without my wishes I would not be me