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Where I belong
when I was young and searching
I looked for the world to own me
I walked in a daze
never letting anyone have a lot of me
I was tossed aside by all the loved ones in life..
they left, I left but to no avail
every new lover, every new adventure
would this be the place I belonged finally
I existed, half way lived good enough for me
I guess not becasue I kept searching.
till one day..
Once upon a time:
I looked into the eyes of my home.
I found my, where I belong.
I didn't have to build you, or make you structurally sound
I didn't have to mold you or shape you and place your crown
I didn't have to find exotic ingredients for the most delicious recipe
I didn't have to tear you down and rebuild you
I didn't have to plant you in my soil of busted dreams.
I didn't have to take you to the garage to get fixed over and over again
I didn't have to dream you into my reality.
I didn't have to.............
All I had to do was be me..
you are my anchor,
When I am tossed upon the sea
the thing that keeps me grounded
no more drifting, in the open sea
you are the place I love to be
you are my rock,
My place for strength you keep me solid
there is no slippery moss
when you hold my hand
I simply follow and am never lost.
you are my tree...
my root is connected to you..
your arms the branches that hold me up
your leaves the things that changed me
your trunk, my strength to be me.
Yes I have found my, where I belong
It is in your arms and I will never roam!
The gypsy in me fought it long and hard
the fighter in me knocked it out.
I am planted firmly with no seed of doubt.
when I was young and searching
I looked for the world to own me
I walked in a daze
never letting anyone have a lot of me
I was tossed aside by all the loved ones in life..
they left, I left but to no avail
every new lover, every new adventure
would this be the place I belonged finally
I existed, half way lived good enough for me
I guess not becasue I kept searching.
till one day..
Once upon a time:
I looked into the eyes of my home.
I found my, where I belong.
I didn't have to build you, or make you structurally sound
I didn't have to mold you or shape you and place your crown
I didn't have to find exotic ingredients for the most delicious recipe
I didn't have to tear you down and rebuild you
I didn't have to plant you in my soil of busted dreams.
I didn't have to take you to the garage to get fixed over and over again
I didn't have to dream you into my reality.
I didn't have to.............
All I had to do was be me..
you are my anchor,
When I am tossed upon the sea
the thing that keeps me grounded
no more drifting, in the open sea
you are the place I love to be
you are my rock,
My place for strength you keep me solid
there is no slippery moss
when you hold my hand
I simply follow and am never lost.
you are my tree...
my root is connected to you..
your arms the branches that hold me up
your leaves the things that changed me
your trunk, my strength to be me.
Yes I have found my, where I belong
It is in your arms and I will never roam!
The gypsy in me fought it long and hard
the fighter in me knocked it out.
I am planted firmly with no seed of doubt.
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