I don't know what it's like,
to wake up one morning, excited
to tell him of the crazy dream
you had, and walk in to find
that he's walked out for good.


I don't know what it's like,
to spend your free time, trying
to search for a man you thought
just left you on a curb, and see
that he didn't know you exist.


I don't know what it's like,
to lose the man you could
have sworn was invincible,
and wake up every morning
with such uncontrollable grief.


I don't know what it's like,
to have a dad that you can
count on day in and day out
to be there to support you for
every little struggle in life.


I do know what it's like,
to have a father who spends
his free time with beer, and
yells and emphasizes his point
by pushing people around.


I do know what it's like,
to be told that you'll never
amount to anything from the
only person you have to
support anything you do.


I do know what it's like,
to find your own family
and make a life for yourself
even though you still go home
every night living in fear.


I do know what it's like,
to leave the man that was
the cause of so much pain,
and to live with the memories
still trying to move forward.


I do know what it's like,
to think that this day is pointless.

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, to my origin?
That place of lacking youth,
and taunting memories.
Is home again meant to be,
tragically void of love?

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, to my blood?
That place of summer delusion,
and bittersweet times.
Is home again meant to be,
an occasional fiction?

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, to my choice?
That place of hidden thoughts,
and tormenting deceit.
Is home again meant to be,
a lovesick tragedy?

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, to my escape?
That place of bogus smiles,
and buried anger.
Is home again meant to be,
such a desolate substitute?

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, to my dream?
That place of eternal languish,
and immediately forfeited.
Is home again meant to be,
another stolen fantasy?

Home again, home again.
What is home again?
Home again, is this my home?
A place of nurturing souls,
but not of true understanding.
Is home again meant to be,
always a skeptical endeavor?

Home again, home again.
Where is home again?
Home again, is my guess?
A place that I'm still unsure,
and will constantly question.
Someday perhaps I'll know what
My home again is meant to be.

The new life waiting,
Buds from this mess.
With rough edges,
Created by convulsing
Due to what I cannot overcome.
It blossoms even through
The hardships placed upon me.

More thorns grow with
The amount of pressure
That overwhelms me.
A rose emerges,
With such grace and dignity,
Powering through the life
That was left for me.

I tried to take the thorns off,
To let people in.
And with a steady hum,
They dug into my skin,
Leaving black.
I tried to refuse,
Kicking and fighting back.

I was taken by this rose,
As my destiny foretold.
It grows from my skin, it’s part of me.