HOME

by Valentina di Savino

The hustle and bustle of this foreign city 

The lights that fill my eyes

The traffic that shortens my life 

The cold that penetrates your bones 

The glory of European lifestyle 

But this isn't home 

I try to find peace within myself 

The desire to go home is stronger than I am 

I miss the peace and serenity 

I miss the warm wind in my hair 

I miss my home 

Home is where the heart is 

My heart was ripped out and kept there 

Maybe I've discovered the reason for my heartlessness 

I'm nothing but bare 

This isn't my home

It's not where my heart is 

I miss the clean air 

This isn't home