I always seem to long for home,
Although I carry it in my heart;
Destiny coaxes me to search my heart,
It says it will take me to where lies a part,
A piece of home that I knew and loved;
A piece of home that is in my heart.
A piece of home knowing which,
Ironically will forever make me feel apart.
I realised I can never find my home because it is in my heart.
How do you find something that you cannot seek?
I think I am a nomad but not the homeless kind
With a heart that sings a tune of essence left far behind;
I manage to thrive in its soulful strings,
I have learnt to thrive in what had once been.