Homeless

They say the home is where the heart is
But my heart it isn't here
Just a house, a work of art
None that I hold dear.

I cry myself to sleep
As I write my own catastrophe
And out our anger bleeds
The blame, the hate, the misery.


If only I could tell them
If only I could say,
I don’t know where I’m going
I just know I cannot stay.

I may be alone
And a broken hearted mess
But my heart will find its home
along with happiness.