Going Home

I am tired, I am tired and broken and I Want to go home. “Home is where the heart is” Well my heart it does roam… I am tired, I am broken, and I Want to go home. Pick up the pieces, House built of sticks, Heart built of sorrow, Pain built of bricks. “Home is where the heart is” Well, my heart it does roam…. I am tired, and broken, and I Want to go home. Her arms made of lilies, Face freckled, and pale, A heart made for breaking, A soul made to sail, Left a lone body Too young yet to warm, Left a lone body Too wet yet to mourn, “Home is where the heart is” Well, my heart it does roam, For I am tired, and broken, and I Want to go home. The lips do not tremble, The eyes do not tear, The feet do not stumble, The soul does not fear, The journey’s a long one, Many miles yet to go, The journey takes a strong one, Many miles yet to know…. Many miles left to wonder, Many miles left to pass, Birth a great swath of sadness ‘til I’m home safe at last.