Christon SykesSmith (09/30/1995 / Milwaukee, WI)
Home
The mountans where I wanna be
The tree that is see is the closest thing to home for me
The flowers blowing in the breeze
The tranquility of the buzzing bees
No people around to harsh my mellow
I am free I am home
The babbiling brook is my second home in the summer by my Grannys house
But..
The house where I live is NOT home
My uncles place in the spring where my cusins live the branch on the tree where the nest lies those are my homes
Home is where the heart is where you feel welcome and safe that is home not that house where my blood and tears lie
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