Home

It's like I'm stuck in the end of a poet's dream
With thoughts below the surface too deep to be seen

It was there i called out your name
And in the darkness i waited and you never came

You left me standing at the roadside
With just my own soul and thoughts beside

That's where i left my smile behind
Trying to walk off memories down the roads that wind

And if you ask me my destination
I'll lower my head and whisper desolation

Where i can enjoy the tranquility of solitude
Where foreign thought and humanity can't intrude

And that's where I will dwell
Some call it heaven you may call it hell

I call it home
And you're not welcome