A Feeling I Chase

Home can’t be defined, but I know when I’m there I feel it in my pulse and swirling through the air For me, home is not just one single place But a feeling I feel, and a feeling I chase Home is where I was taught so much that I know How to survive every blow, every woe And how to appreciate all that I’ve got Every smile smiled, every dream that’s been caught Home is the door that always opens up wide Redirecting my path so I step right inside As I take a deep breath, my heart swells with pride These are my people, for whom I have tried With a fast-beating heart and eyes that gleam We hug and we kiss, and it feels like a dream Home is the blanket that I curl up in The one that is threaded, threaded and thin That has held me so warmly since I was born Many times mended, and many times torn It holds all my very first ideas and thoughts All through the threaded needle and into the knots Home is the soft hands that hold me so tight The ones that can cure me of any deep fright The ones that ensure I sleep soundly through the night The ones that make my whole life so vibrant and bright Those soft hands that give me a light, caring shove An inspiring push filled with courage and love Home can’t be defined, but I know when I’m there I feel it in my pulse and swirling through the air For me, home is not just one single place But a feeling I feel that I will always chase