They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is

They say home is where the heart is

But sometimes home lies in your dreams—

Where all the world you're not familiar with, but still love, can be seen

"It's magical", that's how I'd describe a dream

The things you've never done or been before are suddenly real

But home can also be in the ground—

Where you lay flowers to cover up the reality of what used to be

Once it was a house where everyone laughed, but now

There's nothing left behind but memories and remnants of love

Then sometimes home is in someone else's arms—

Behind a locked front door, a bedroom just for two

It's where you're safe, where you feel loved—

But it can be the opposite too

It can be the last place you'd expect

Not far from where you're standing now

You could open your eyes and find that—

Home is not a place at all

But a feeling, this is where you belong