There is no home for you here;
every breath is better off drawn elsewhere.
A mountain welcomes a forest fire
with fury its choir
more than home will be to you here.
There is no home for him here;
so he leaves, like the wind carried him.
Away he flies,
with tears in his eyes –
where will be home, if not here?
There is no home for us here
because we are born from obligation.
So feel free to leave,
and let us be just me;
home is so far from you here.
There is no home for them here
where anger resounds every moment.
And if they think loud and clear,
to speak and to hear,
then, they’ll find their home, just not here.
There is no home for me here,
but I am grateful for where I am.
It’s not always peaceful,
but one day, I’ll see You –
thank You my home is not here.