I’ve packed my things
Stuffed the important
moments into the trunk
Remembered to pack all
the lessons learnt
I put the memories in
the special compartment
I’m ready.
I’ll be soon on my way
To a place far off
from here
They say hope lives
there and happiness visits often
The place where love knocks
your door
I’m ready.
I won’t be looking
back
There’s nothing here
that holds me now
I tried but couldn’t
call this my home
So I’m off to where
dreams do come true
I’m ready.
We all head home some day. Home is not the physical house, but a place where we can be 'ourself'. At home, no one judges me by what I do or why I do it..... At home they love me for who I am.
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