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"I want to go home," I tell my mother.
She turns to see my face.
"We'll go soon," she says,
"We'll soon leave this place.
"I want to go home," I say now,
But it falls upon deaf ears.
No one knows how to listen
So there's no one there to hear.
I want to go home,
I want to find peace,
But I don't have a place to call home.
I have to seek.
I have to search.
Even if I must always roam.
The answer is out there somewhere,
But the door won't open unless you knock,
So I'm throwing all caution to the wind,
For my time's being consumed by the clock.
Who am I?
Where am I from?
Do I even belong?
People try to tell me
I'm just like them,
But I know that they're all very wrong.
I see an answer,
I grasp for it,
And the satisfaction lingers.
But as quickly as I
Find out who I am,
The answer slips through my fingers.
I want to go home,
I want to find peace,
But I don't have a place to call home.
I have to seek.
I have to search.
Even if I must always roam.
The answer is out there somewhere,
But the door won't open unless you knock,
So I'm throwing all caution to the wind,
For my time's being consumed by the clock.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you worry.
I'm not crazy, my questions are just big.
My head's in the clouds, and I can't bring it back.
There's something out there that I'm longing for.
My feet are aching to seek it out,
And that desire runs up to my heart.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to disappoint you.
I can't sit around and pretend like nothing's amiss.
Someone's calling me home, and I ache to answer the call.
But I don't know where to go, I don't know where to look.
Please just let me search.
Let me seek the answers and fulfill my dreams.
Up there beyond the horizon is a land I can call my home.
I'm not sure if it's really there, but until I know, I'll continue to roam.
There's a place for everyone, of that I am sure, in the grand cosmic scheme of things.
So I'll follow my heart's desire, for of another land it sings.
Heh, I sure kept changing the rhyming/non-rhyming style in this one, didn't I? I actually just wrote this all up in one sitting in front of the computer. I usually write songs these days over a period of a few hours while standing up working, walking, or whatever I'm doing, but that's not how this one worked. *shrug* Go figure. This one doesn't even have a tune, but it felt good to write, nonetheless. Hope you enjoyed it.
 The Music Spirit · Tue Aug 15, 2006 @ 11:14pm · 0 Comments |
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