Just for one day I wish I was home
Not a place where walls surround me
But a place I am not alone.
Where people are happy to see me and call out my name,
A place that never changes and is always the same.
A place filled with love, laughter and peace,
Instead of a dream-like state, that has no release.
But what is home?
Some people say it's a place to call your own,
While others say it's where your family is,
Everyday I ask myself; is my life simply a quiz?
But I guess some questions are better left unanswered.
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