Is home the place where my bedroom is?
Well, what if it turns into dust?
Is it a place I currently miss?
Or is it something we carry within us?

Is it maybe some sort of feeling?
Some sort of feeling I never felt?
Or is it a building with a ceiling,
a place where joy and sorrow melt?

It could be just an address,
Or the face of someone I love.
I think it's time to confess,
Home is a place I seek to know.