heart is where the home is.

Home is where the heart is
And my heart beats with a constant ache to be home
But when you have no place to call home
Where does the heart reside? 

Is it just an empty space?

Until you find a place
To call your own

Until you find an embrace
That makes you feel less alone 

Until you find a face
That will call you to come home
Heal my ache...

Call me home. 
 

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