Coming Home,
Wanting so bad
To call it home.

But deep within my heart,
This place seems strange-
Like an undiscovered region.

Where everything seems pointless
Where a smile or a tear can't be told apart.
This place is not my home.

Home is where the heart is,
And my heart belongs:
To you.

My home is where ever you are,
Where ever you'll go.

by Diana Miranda

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