the senses of home
that you've come to know
will fade out like a dream
the wakeful days and present tenses
are all that you can see
and they reoccur where your senses blur
homesick for personal heavens
and homes you'll never see again
steps traced back
down eroded paths
will never lead you back home
and your old room is locked in time
and you will never own
and they reoccur where your memories blur
homesick for personal heavens
and homes you'll never see again
homesick for personal heavens
and homes you'll never hear again
homesick for personal heavens
and homes you'll never see again