They say that home is where the heart is,
but why do i feel this way?
I feel that i am not at home?
my heart seeks shelter from the cold.
If only I know where my real home is
so i wouldn't look for shelter in the night
i just have myself to keep me warm.
now that you have opened your arms to me i feel like
i'm home, how i wish to thank you
for giving me shelter from the cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem