Leaving Home

So many years have come and gone away, And now the time has come that I should leave; The sanctuary where I was to pray, The haven where my heart was free to grieve. I never had to front or fog the facts. It knew me as I knew myself to be, And as I wait to walk upon the tracks, I feel as though it's from myself I flee. Now it only houses me in sorrow, By misty memories of days long passed; Knowing I'll be on my own tomorrow, And wondering how long this pain will last. If home is where the heart is then I find, I'll have to leave my broken heart behind.