A home away from the city,
Where sound of raindrops can be heard
And the petrichor be felt,
Where I fall to the ground and it won't hurt,
Where I can laugh without being judged,
Where I can run and cry,
Where I can scream my lungs out.
A home far down the lane,
Where I can be lame, and no one who cares,
Where I can sleep throughout the day
And count stars at night,
Where I can be wild and free,
With no force to exert control over me;
Where I can feel the winds pushing, or the air that caresses me,
Where I can meet people, who don't know "who I am" or the past I dwell in.
A home in the wilderness,
Where no one asks from where I came
Or where I head to,
Where the 'sun would shine bright' upon me too,
Where I could be the 'me', the world never knew,
Where I'm born with each breath I take, and can hear every single beat of my heart,
Where I'd be dead, yet alive.
A home away from my home.