You’re My Home
You break our embrace and smile,
Turning around and walking down the road.
I hold you hand and tell you to stay,
You laugh at my silliness and ask to let go.
Pestering you to meet me again as you reach home,
I realized that home is not where you stay.
It's in the person you love,
Their presence turning disasters into dreams,
It is then I know that why I held your hand,
Only to cry when it slipped beyond my reach.
Losing the home I'd just found, I was forced to stay,
Until you come and find me,
Opening your arms to welcome me back,
To the place where I belong.