If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.
If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.
If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.
If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.
If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.
*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.*
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.
If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.
If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.
If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.
If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.
*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.*
Inspiration struck, and this journey of the 5 Ws and love began.
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