Home is Not My Own

There was a time in which
this place meant the world to me
It was my sanctuary
my place for me to be
But now time has opened my eyes
This place is deaf to all my cries
I don't know where I am
but I know it's not my home

When I was young and lonely
this place would give me life
But now that I'm grown and wise
it cuts me like a knife
I now see that the end is near
I simply can no longer stay here
I don't know where I am
but I know it's not my home

So as I cry these tears
and wish to be afar
It's not to be mean dear father
but I'll follow my own star
This place it gave me all it can give
but I must leave so I can continue to live
Because I don't know where I am
but I know it's not my home….

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