How could I know? I can’t define.
Where is the home that feels like mine?
Where will I finally understand,
And hold my life in my own hand?
To feel true joy, to freely weep,
To hide in bed as in a cradle deep.
So much is strange, so much unknown,
So many paths not yet my own.
I must discover where I belong,
Yet in my soul — a blast, a song,
A bursting flame I can’t contain.
The question sounds so simple, plain:
Where is my home? Where do I stay?
I should reply—what can I say?
For home is more than walls I knew,
It’s something greater, deep and true.
My first home — peace was reigning there,
With children’s laughter in the air.
The love of family filled each day,
And when I sickened, Mom would stay.
All through the night she’d guard my rest,
No sleep, her vigil at its best.
And later I myself would fight
Through endless textbooks late at night.
Yet still, that home was filled with grace:
Each morning I would see their face,
Be hugged, then fly to school again,
To learn, to laugh, to hold the pen.
The cycle spun—home, school, then play,
Work, dream, and live another day.
I still recall, dear Dad, the smell
Of breakfast warm—I knew it well.
Forgive me if I came in slow,
But family gathered, all in glow.
And there I truly felt alive…
So is that home, where I arrive?
Or is my home the place I found
A newer joy, where love abounds?
My Russian-Korean family near,
We laugh and cry, we hold, we cheer.
No place for envy, hate, or spite,
We build, we love, we shine with light.
We’re strangers here, yet we begin
Like fledglings thrown into the wind.
Like tiny fish into the sea,
The world is vast, yet so are we.
We weave our tale, both rough and bright,
A tapestry of tears and light.
Three voices glowing, pure, unique,
They light our home, they make us speak.
Though dark at first, though full of fear,
Our fortress grew, unshaken here.
Together strong, we bore the test,
This home is warmth, and peace, and rest.
Here I found friendship, love so true,
A bond that heals, that carries through.
What holds me in Seoul is not ground,
But souls whose love I’ve deeply found—
Friends who ignite my wildest part,
A love that calms and floods the heart.
So tell me—can I now confess?
Is this my home, the place no less?
Yet still another home awaits,
Beyond all time, beyond all fates.
From there I came, to there I’ll go,
A path the heart alone can know.
No eyes can see, no hands can trace,
But through the soul I’ll find that place.
When freed from all the flaws I’ve sown,
I’ll walk inside and call it home.
The Father’s house, His arms above—
There I’ll be whole, there I’ll be love.
