My parents house I thought
My husband's home perhaps I wondered.
Maybe my own house, the better
For then I could be independent
And a boss of my own
But naive thoughts all were I realized
For home isn't a house,
Home isn't people for sure
But where my heart finds peace
Even if it's in the jungle
Then that's my home,.
For then am fully happy
Even on a rumbling stomach
For my heart can rest at peace
With less worries to say
Find me that place,
And I will be at home
Not a large mansion
Where life is a living hell
For there I shall never belong
Neither shall my soul
Not even when am gone
©meisha
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