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A Long Way Home
For so long I have felt that I have always been homeless.
As a child, there were tough times, Afraid to go back to the house, because You were afraid of what you would find.
(This is not what I am here to say.)
As a young teen, a step mother came A mother no better than the first, So Her house never felt like home.
( not what I am here to say.)
Since the last few years as a teen, until now I have made many a nest, but somehow A place where youre existing alone, This is just a camp, without a fire.
( not what I am here to say.)
I have been to many a house, where My friends tried to make me at home. Somehow I always shut the door, This was their home, I was an uncomfortable guest.
(This Is what I am Here to Say)
Like a sound from light, I realize, It is that child Who is still running, Running away from Home.