the place called h o m e.

sitting here ,
wondering if any-body noticed,
this instant feeling that your drifting out of focus.
trying to fix it, but you're hopeless.

crying,
only to feel apart of you gradually dieing.
what went wrong, what's takeing so long.
reaching so far,
for strength to keep you trying.

say your goodbyes,
to the people in your life that don't care,
say goodbyes to the pain,
and all the darkness that shows in the night.
there will always be a better day,
there will always be that shining light.

look far inside and you will find,
as long as you keep holding on,
you'll carry on.

there's a fire that is burning, burning for all the desire you hold
suddently you see there's a love out there,
there's hope out there, find it , hold it, and believe in it.

when you're feeling lost and all alone,
there's a place you should run to,
a place called your home.

the only place you feel yourself, the only place that truely understands you & who you are,
the place you've grown up in,
it will always make you who you are today. .

remember when the times were rough,
remember when everything felt so tough,
but most of all remember when it was filled with joy,
remember your heart and who you are, this town makes us who we are today.

thinking theres nothing but an empty page,
leaving all of that space,
breathing in captured by that sweet grace. .
moments breaking,
lights dimming nothing feels the same.

but when you're feeling lost and all alone,
there's a place you should run to,
the place called home. . .