This world is not
my home
It’s not where I
belong
My home is
somewhere else
And in my soul I
long
To be where I am
me.
I gaze out on the
sea
I look up to the
sky
I know it’s out
there somewhere
I’ll get to when I
die
To where I will be
free.
I am a misfit here
A plant without a
root
There is no sense
of rest
And no one gives a
hoot
If I am here or I
am not.
This world is not
my home
It’s not where I
belong
My home is
somewhere else
And in my soul I
long
To be where I am
free.
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