Home’s this feeling I carry in my chest
It’s warm and kind, it’s my sisters’ smiles
It’s my mother laughing till she cries
The smell of pipe smoke and brown dirt
And the roots of the ivy clinging there
It’s feeling the rain’s kiss on skin
And the crinkle of a book page
It’s screaming and dreaming with friends
New and old alike
It’s searching and finding
And sometimes never knowing why
It’s heart break and grace under fire
It’s tinged yellow and blue
It’s broken and fixed anew
Home is an embrace from the universe
Letting me know I can make it through
That I can make it okay
One way or another
It’s finally understanding I am good
Good enough for this world
That’s what home is for me.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
Home’s this feeling I carry in my chest
It’s warm and kind, it’s my sisters’ smiles
It’s my mother laughing till she cries
The smell of pipe smoke and brown dirt
And the roots of the ivy clinging there
It’s feeling the rain’s kiss on skin
And the crinkle of a book page
It’s screaming and dreaming with friends
New and old alike
It’s searching and finding
And sometimes never knowing why
It’s heart break and grace under fire
It’s tinged yellow and blue
It’s broken and fixed anew
Home is an embrace from the universe
Letting me know I can make it through
That I can make it okay
One way or another
It’s finally understanding I am good
Good enough for this world
That’s what home is for me.
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