I carry my home inside my heart,
But maybe thats no longer a safe place for a home, you know?
It’s where the pings of pain strike and my little home is fragile
Where can I keep this home safe? Where can I put it?
Somewhere calm and quiet
Tucked deep away from disturbance
Because my heart beats, like the click of a clock
And my heart pounds, like hands on drums
And my heart burns, like eyes over chopped onions
And my heart, full of ambition and ideals, fights to understand
Where do I find peace in this battlefield?
I can’t, I don’t.
But maybe, the place for my home is not too far
Its this place of mystery and endless depth
Where everything listens, but never speaks
Always put away safe from discomfort
There I will build my home.
From my heart to yours.
