Home

Then the slight rustle in me speaks, the slight unrest
It’s alright to give up and go back.
Home awaits me , Home..home…
There is a clear way out, leave and now.

Then the seed of rebels awakes, conscience too
I was here for a reason, stick it through.
Each day wasted is a day gone from home.
Something prompts me that this happened
Because it was meant to.

Some call it destiny I call it life
It’s happened to me and I must deal with it.
Because I made it happen.
It’s time to take control and move.
Then the happiness of going home home home
Will be complete.