Wasted hours of my life I’ve spent dwelling over words for people who
don’t care about me, and its not fair. You’ve spent yours on me.
I spent some time lacing verses with syllables and rhyming six line
choruses with you both in mind before I realized, I just want you to know: With you, I am home, and It’s to you that I owe everything. I am home. With you, I am home, and It’s to you that I owe everything, I am home. I am home. I am home. I am home.
You watched me grow. I can only hope I’ll one day embody just half the
person you’ve raised me to be.
I just want you to know: With you, I am home, and it’s to you that I
owe everything. I am Home.