Home of a DrifterA Poem by Y.F.
They say home is where the heart is but I was never really sure just where inside my hollow chest could I find a thing so pure
The notion, the idea of a place to call my own a place where I could be myself where I'll never be alone
Where is the home of a drifter? Where is the heart of a non believer?
They told me I must find a little peace of mind I must admit that a long while back I've left that all behind
I didn't feel I'm worthy of the basic human right to give away that gift inside that most pure among delights
Where is the home of a drifter? Where is the heart of the greatest sinner?
One day my life has changed when I've held my new born son there's nothing like the innocence of a life that just begun
When I looked into his eyes my heart had changed its pace I knew right then I've found my home I knew I've found my place
That is the home of a drifter. That is my faith now I'm a believer. © 2008 Y.F.Featured Review
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8 Reviews Added on March 14, 2008 Last Updated on March 14, 2008 AuthorY.F.Do not disturb me, I'm already disturbed. ;)About**I don't really use this account anymore - keeping it open to preserve the existing content, but might close it in the future.** I've been writing throughout the vast majority of my life, mostly b.. more..Writing
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