They told me home is where the heart is,
So I roamed the world homeless and broken-hearted
One person,
You can let one person destroy you
But that’s not all there is to life –
For tonight I found myself under a rain splatted roof,
Unsure and at ill-ease
And no sooner had this feeling befallen me,
Than I had a vision:
Our Ancestors, under a night-sky – Wild, Scared, Free
And this gave me a memory,
A knowing deep in my bones –
A feeling that the world Itself was to be my home
And the ancients spoke, speaking:
“If you do not make yourself home in the world now, you will never.”
So tonight
I am alone –
But I am home
For ‘tho it may be just me –
I know right here,
This is as home as I’ll ever be
So, if you’re reading this now, know,
You are Home,
You are Free
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