What am I
Without my baggage?
Do I have what it takes
To be somebody with courage?

What am I
Without those who cling on?
Do I have it in me
To fly light, being anything but a pawn?

What am I
Without my limits?
Do I have the strength
To fathom my journey through all climates?

What am I
If I’m perfect?
Do I have the power
To change the world that lives to contradict?

What am I
If I’m but a spirit from my own past?
Do I have a future
So I can make this present forever last?

no one can be there for you all the time

So tell me,
What is this place?
This house is not a home

Solely because you are not in it.

Why am I here?
I should be home
Snug and comfy, warmed by the fires of your love

Yet I seem to be here and youre very much there.

If my home is where my heart is
Then Im a million miles from home
Simply put there isnt love here

Its like a null void not having my heart inside my chest.

My residence is merely a place for this lost soul to die
I feel nothing here, nothing but sorrow
Youre not here to wipe these tears from my face

Instead I picture you standing there and get homesick.

I want to go home, to that familiar place, inside your arms...
It was there I felt I truly belonged.
A place to call my own,
And a place to call home.