Home is my song

Home is a soft rain in the summer, Where my heart is watery and warm.

The place where my soul is at peace, The street where my voice sings a song.

The smell of my mom’s Japanese soufflé And Nonna’s fresh steamed dumplings.

The house where is a home, Where faith is strong.

I’m so far away from where home is, Yet I remember every words of dad’s psalms, The needle on the vinyl and his favorite One Ok Rock’s song.

I close my eyes, tears fall, I’m so far away from home To find my own tune, One day I will come home and I sing them; a better song.

Then I met him, My home as heartbeats, In front of my eyes, standing, Carried with him the lover’s song.

I started to sing in his name and write for him to sing along.

He makes me believe in forever and home becomes his body where I belong.

And then I realized Home is to build, Home is to find, Home is him and me, Home is a place to cry.

It survived hard storms and never blamed you for your sadness eyes.

Home is my voice when I sing for the lord, praising God of his mighty song,

To come home atlas,

I have to finished my own song.