If Home is the place where I belong,
Then why have I been wandering for so long?
Seems my whole life, I've been gone;
I wonder why I'm still holding on.

To a hope of finding myself a home,
Instead of all this busy Alone;
And honestly, if I had ever known,
I wouldn't have come on my own.

Sometimes when I can't find my way,
Or just can't find the right place to stay;
Never knowing the right words to say,
I just look to the sky and I pray.

Heaven knows where I belong,
And He knows where I've been for so long;
Even though my whole life I've been gone,
He is to whom I'm holding on.~