My home is where my heart is,
It follows me where I go.
My heart’s still beating in my chest,
So my body,
It must follow.
I gave my home legs
To walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
To join me where I please.
I gave my home freedom,
For it gives me hope.
It is there
When I’m proud,
when I’m humbled,
When I mope.
My home is always with me
Since I stopped giving my heart away.
It sure is growing cold,
But I’m starting to like it that way.
(12/8/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
My home is where my heart is,
It follows me where I go.
My heart’s still beating in my chest,
So my body,
It must follow.
I gave my home legs
To walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
To join me where I please.
I gave my home freedom,
For it gives me hope.
It is there
When I’m proud,
when I’m humbled,
When I mope.
My home is always with me
Since I stopped giving my heart away.
It sure is growing cold,
But I’m starting to like it that way.
(12/8/13 @xirlleelang)
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