Homeland

What’s a homeland, I don’t know Sounds a bit too much symbolic I’ve got no land of my own So it turns out hyperbolic This home concept is not real Could be my imagination Sort of melancholy feel Hardly a concrete location Not the property I own Not a shelter from the rain Not a place where I was born But a picture that remains They say home is where the heart is And my heart is over there Far away, where willow trees Softly rustle in damp air.