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Home is Where the Heart Is
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Growing Up I pull out of the drive
And a tear falls from my eye
I’m leaving my home
To venture back to a world unknown
Full of strangers and frustration
Where I get this “education”
I know this is good for me
Supposedly, but how can that be?
When the place I left
Is where my heart rests
After years of wanting to get away
I’ve come to feel so different today
I want to be with people I love
They understand me where I come from
I’ve been trying to let it go
But I just miss my home
I try to enjoy my new life
Some parts are great but it’s just not right
Each time I have to return it’s worse
My heart wants to stay so bad it hurts
It’s not about missing the past
It’s wanting these relationships to last
I don’t want that place to be just a memory
I want to live with as a part of me
I’ve been taught to feel ashamed of my home
I wish I could come to terms with what I know
I know in my heart it’s where I belong
Perhaps not forever but at least for now.
-11/29/05
