Home

It seems a lifetime when I believed
There was a place where I belonged
A place called Home…..the place I owned

Where I could be as free as the wind
Or as authoritative as the king
Maybe as willful as the young stream
Or as colorful as a sweet dream

Where I would get up each morning
Secured to find the same wall, same floor, same ceiling
Knowing where to find my things and where to keep looking
I was sure of every step that I took
Sure of the ground on which I stood
I was familiar with all the things wherever I looked

It was my home…..a place that I owned
It was my home…..a place where I belonged

The cool breeze, when I opened the window, entered the room
The beautiful sunshine made my little kingdom bloom
As I gazed at the hill the way I did every morning
It seemed to say, “Good Morning my Sweet Little Darling”

I stepped out into the garden and walked on the soft grass
Looked at the beautiful flowers and breathed in the sweet fragrance
Spoke to the trees as I always did
Watered the plants and plucked out some weed
It felt wonderful it felt like heaven
May I stay here forever, I wished then

It was my home…..a place that I owned
It was my home…..a place where I belonged

Wishes do come true but not always
As I soon discovered with tears in my eyes…
I was severed from the roots where I had grown
I was refused the home which I had owned
It was for my future they said
Which in ruins then laid

‘Join the race and seek the world
It will be good for you to keep ahead’
With these words I was uprooted and
Taken far away from the place I loved…..
I owned...….I belonged
The place to which I was always related

The new house which no more was my home
Also had walls, floor and ceiling
But they could never evoke the same feeling

With tears in my eyes I opened the window
The cool breeze entered…alas there was no kingdom
The sunshine was not as bright or beautiful
Or was it my mood that was awful?
As I peered out I could see no hill
Without it, to live on, I had no will

I stepped out into the garden
Everything was new, everything was different
There was no known color no familiar scent

Lost and broken I sat down on a step
Oh! It was hard and cold
I looked around for something that was
Even distinctly familiar
Alas! There was none

It was a house not my home…….
My home…..a place that I owned
My home …...a place where I belonged
I lost it somewhere down the road
Lost it to some horde

Sitting down on the steps I recalled
I was sent here to get my future secured

I struggled each day to succeed
But books were not my only need
I was looking for my home…….
Looking for something known

As I studied new lessons I was awed
How beautiful was the world outside!
But something died within me deep inside

My future each day was getting more secured
And I…….more insecure

It was for my good they said …………

What was the best for me was not good enough
It brightened my future but darkened my inner self