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Just looking for a place to call home
Left on this journey ten years ago
Still got my traveling bag with me
Hopping from here to there
Nowhere to call my own
Carrying the weight of a dream
Lonely road to travel
Few friends, questioning true intents
People keeping you under their wings, scared you might soar.
Loneliness becomes the norm
Surrounded by many, yet seeing none.
Calm despite all the turmoil
They get mad I don’t get mad
But why fret when your oars are in stable hands
Why dwell on mishaps when you were destined for greater
They see your progress but refuse to acknowledge it.
I sought to be accepted, prayed for criticism
Neither came, left with nothing but my own resolve
Paved my own way, I have the scars to prove it.
I know there’s one place I am always welcome
Genuine love, true warmth
The genesis of my being, the place I used to call home.

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