Home
My Home is Not where My Heart does Roam.It wants to really be Home.
To be here now is not my Desire, but I will endure.
I seek that Place to be Free from Here.
Finally at Home.
To be Who I really am, O to be at Home.
Put aside this Hilarious Life, I want to Be at Home.
One Day I'll reach That Place.
Happy, Shouting and Free.
Not confined by wasted effort.
O to be at Home.
Grover
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