Home is where I want to be-just wish I had one,
then for sure I”d be free–The tears I cry reflect the pain, but you and I both know they”re all in vain—-the world seems to much for me to bare-I would expound, but wouldn”t even care-In dire straights I”ve begged god to bring me Home, but it seems on deaf ears has fallen my desires–So I”m left alone to face this world with all it”s chaos and unrest–people too far to the left and right–they are so off balance they could care less–”cause til I make it home there will be no peace and rest-They say “Home is where the heart is”, but mine is not of this earth–just a heart that has been discarded and rejected–I just want to go home & one way or another, be it now or later, we will find each other–hopefully then I will be at peace and free and never long for it to be