But I don’t think I will stay
Not that Here is anything short of peaceful
But Here is only distance
Here is not Home
Here is not Home, but what is?
Not what it used to be
No,
I remember when my home
Stopped being Home
When bullets rang
When blades shone
When there ceased to be night
For there was no sleep to be had
And I wake now in this distance
To the sound of my own tears
I do not dream of Home
For it is gone
No warm sun on my face
No cool earth between my toes
Yet I still close my eyes
Imagining its close...
You can tell yourself
over and over what's home
You can tell the mind forever
But it's the heart that knows
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