I now know where my heart calls home
I now understand my belonging
There is no place my heart can settle
There is no dwelling I call home
The deep quiet well that holds words
This is my belonging, my place to call home
My heart trembles within my soul
I write to feel at home and whole
One day I will grow old and gray
But my words echo my youth and joys
As long as I can write down my thoughts
I will always have a strong voice
This gypsy heart might roam the world
But my words will always roam my heart.
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