As I sit in the place I've called home all these years Emptiness is all I feel Then a yearning fills my heart and soul The fire in my eyes arwe newborn I came to realize what is wrong Why my life has been imersed in misery Why for so long I wished to end it And why I never could I've never really had a home A house, a shelter from the storm, yes but never the feeling of belonging Always the abandonded, always the outcast I've finally found a home its not a place of brick or steel or wood Its more of a transcendiant state of being of flesh and heart and soul The flesh is in your arms, my dearest The heart is your love for me The soul is the sense of belonging that I always feel in your presence So yes, I have found my home Simultaneously with me always, yet miles away My home is wherever you are, because my beloved, my home is you
copyright 1998 by John Matthews AKA Hel Razor