Chasing

Set free from the arms of mothers we flee the nest

Seeking freedom from redemption, just a chance to make it last

Flying high, flying far, soaring the skies of independence

Home couldn’t be farther from where we are now.

We gather sticks to scrape our wounds

A show and tell to write home about

Building up, building out, creating a home away from home

Projecting what we’re lacking, hiding in other arms.

Expectations and miscommunications, all the complications

Brick by wall it all tumbles down, no humpty dumpty to dance it away.

It’s been a very long hard day, tear stained letters that we never mail

Dreaming about the simplicity once lived, we search elsewhere.

Where do we belong when it's cold inside?

Who do we turn to when we no longer want ourselves?

We’re lost and out of touch, reflections of copycat cut-outs

We’ve run so far from the truth of it all.

We want to be loved but can't love ourselves

We want acceptance, yet we suppress our identity

This place has lost its welcome, a homemade hell

We’re searching for peace, love, and a place to call our own.

All these places and faces they come and go,

People change and fade like forgotten dreams.

We're running from ourselves

Chasing someone and something else.

Through it all we've stayed the same

When will we finally realize,

Home has no face and is no place

We are our own home, its been within us all along.