Lost Home
I left my home behind,
to find my new abode.
Hardships came my way often,
but I tried to keep a brave face.
I triumphed in my endeavors,
but I could never feel the content I desired.
’Cause I know my heart lies at home,
but now I’ll be a stranger in my own birthplace.
They would have moved on,
and started living a life without me.
My bed would no longer have my scent,
and my drawers would’ve been rearranged.
My home no longer requires my presence,
yet I’ll go back to my loved ones some day.
Will I disorient their life like before,
and leave them behind again?