This Is My Home

I spent some time to examine the stages
But I couldn't stand the thought of it
Anything other than the first couple pages
I just couldn't dig it
Someone once told me when looking for answers
"Don't look in corners just in the spaces
Keep it simple, keep up hope"
Sixteen was hopeful.
Not enough time here, to be bidding it goodbye

This is my home

The light from behind me is spotted and shapeless
And that fits me fine
What's dark in their faces looks dark for the future
Well I can't find my footing if I can't see down
The further along the closer you are
To finding if the dreams are real
And when they aren't what do you do then
I'm not tired of it, so I think I'll stay

This is my home

My worry grows
My will it moans
My spirits aged
My youth replaced by a longing

My pulse it slows
My heart is stone
My drive is curbed
Not another word about being grateful.