Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Home Sweet Home
where I can tuck myself into bed
not a care
when it all becomes too much to bare,
queue the stripper music,
er, bear
out there,
where the people
stop and stare
unaware,
or not,
if it is fair,
or not.
I've still got home.
There is no place like it,
that is not a cliche,
it is a universal truth.
(Sorry to all the people who come from an unhappy home life)
I had a childhood full of sunshine and love,
so my home is some where I crave,
when I am away from it,
and out in the world.
I wish it could have been true for every one of us,
I truly do.
If I could wave my magic wand,
and scatter my enchanted fairy dust,
that is what I would wish for,
for every one of us.


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