Longing For Home

Must be the smell of dust That triggers all this longing Is it the hollow musk That leaves the heart a sting Could be the busy streets That makes me want to go Onto the open fields Anywhere near home Must be the stares that kill And drunken mouths that speak Where birds are forced to swim And weak is for the meek Is it the slamming doors That screams for us to bend One thing is for sure Jannah awaits the patient