I'm missing home, lost in a distant dream

Beneath the distant stars, I stand alone,

A wanderer's heart with a yearning to atone.

For in the quiet hours, a truth does gleam,

I'm missing home, lost in a distant dream.

The scent of memories, like flowers in the breeze,

Brings back the days of comfort and ease.

The touch of childhood, the embrace of kin,

Oh, how I long to be home again.

The streets I walked, the familiar sights,

They paint my mind in vivid lights.

Each corner, a chapter, etched in time,

A symphony of nostalgia, oh so sublime.

Yet here I am, in lands unknown,

A bittersweet ache, a heart that's grown.

Missing home, a melody within my soul,

Guiding me back to where I'm whole.

Until that day, I'll hold memories tight,

Gaze at the stars, through the endless night.

For home's a compass, a constant beam,

Guiding me back to where I'll gleam.