My home is inside me
We
Can’t all live in there
But I’m aware
That home is where the heart
Can sometimes drive us apart
As I pack my bags
Filled with a few rags
I wonder what I’m leaving
What I hope to be receiving
My soul is fleeting
Destiny I am meeting
But my home is not yours
My spirit pours
I’m finding home
I’m finding home
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