I take a piece of home with me wherever I go

It’s hard to tell where home really is

Is it the places or the people you miss?

When you’ve got ties to a city

And knots in your heart

Saying goodbye

Is always the hardest part

When can you finally call a place home?

It might not be the place you’ve always known

It might be a thousand miles away

Something about it makes it easy to stay

So whether its the people

Or whether its the place

It might even be the feeling

Of finding your own space

Whatever it is

And whatever you feel

 

It goes from a place unknown

To a place you get to call home

 

 

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I take a piece of home with me wherever I go

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