Simple
Every time I'm home,
I feel so alone.
I sink like a stone
and freeze right to the bone.
Even when I'm gone,
part of me is home,
the part not made of stone.
The part where we are one.
A day lit up by sun.
A flower not a gun.
We seek a higher love,
a handshake without a glove.
I'm shaking for your heart.
Tell me where to start
and I will make this art.
Our lives are our art.
This is where we start,
right in the heart.