What is home?
The slight breeze in summer weather?
A wet road after the storm?
Thunderclouds rolling through a desert dry? spring grass so green and new?Bringing life to a a garden you grew?
Is it a light from the angels?
Comfort proving to always be there when you need it?
Who really knows?
Strangers need to see to believe it
Stepping out into the unknown
18 and legally thats fully grown-A childhood past and gone
To make your own life you need to move on
Bills pile up on the nightstand
Work schedule's on your desk
Light left on for whoever else lives there to join the rest
Dinners in the fridge, heat it up when you're hiungry
Wait on that call, but the phone never rings
Listen closely and you'll hear the sound loneliness brings
I'd like to type you how this story ends
But that destination has yet to be reached
Those emotions have yet to be experienced
And I wanted you to know
That in this life there will be sorrow
But hold whats important close to you
And there will always be something to fall back to
