Home
We lost the game; we lost our dog
It was hardly a good night
But we are the resilient
Never giving up the fight
The sun goes up and down again
Life's wheel grinds ever on
Serenade the moonlight, falling
Deep in love with the dawn
The cycles never change up
We just ride them in our moods
All the same but always different
Life's full spectrum attitudes
The little losses we give daily
The giant wins we have alone
Though it all can seem so pointless
All we cherish is our home
Our tiny piece of peace we crave
To tell ourselves we matter
To express the things we hold most dear
A place where things we scatter
To come home is to be home
To know and feel right in your space
The last thing this world can take from us
Is our home, our stake, our place
There's no universal definition
Home is but what, to each, it means
It's the place that we run back to
For where we're homesick, in our dreams
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