My heart has two homes, two homes
Four sets of hands that have it stol'n
Lucky I am to have more than I can
Ever return back in whole
But my home is not near, not near
Arms, hugs and laughter not here
Missing the faces as I sleep in strange places
That are held deep in my soul next to fear
Blessed to have loves I suppose, I suppose
Distance in time as it grows
Releasing the tears for just a few years
Imagining it all but alone.
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