A home is what I miss when I come
to a house where I have no one waiting
A voice is what I miss when I
come to the walls which speak of nothing
A lending ear is what I miss when
I need to think of who can I disturb today
A check on me is what I miss as
now there are only duty calls coming my way
Laughter is what I miss too often when I smile
away on the funniest of jokes
Compassion is also what I miss now as I don't feel any pain for them as I used to
Compassion is also what I miss now as I don't feel any pain for them as I used to
I left home and came abroad coz I
thought I had not lived enough
I saw the seasons change so fast
that I have started to feel old enough
All of this doesn't tire me down
though
Nothing keeps me from trying I
know
I miss the seasons, the laughter and
the home
And most of all I miss myself as
I am no more
To call out or hear, I’m lying too low
The heart is buried down deep in
the snow
All it needs is a hand to dig it
out
A breath of life to bring it
about
The act of breathing was on so
didn’t realize
That haven't really lived n it’s
been quite a while
There’s all that should be there
and I’m grateful for this
But there’s a thing more to life
which I truly miss.
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