A Home

I mis-took the warnings for wisdom,

From so called friends

Quick to advise.

Though your touch was telling me otherwise.

Somehow I saw you as a weekness.

I thought I had to be strong.

Oh, but I was just young; I was gay

I ws wrong Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been.

I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you.

Now everyday I wake again in a house

That might have been a home.

Guess I did what I did believe in.

And love is a dangerous thing.

Oh, but that couldn't hurt anymore

Than never knowing.

Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been.

I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you.

Now everyday I wake again in a house

That might have been a home.

A home.

Four walls a roof a door, some windows,

Just a place to run

When my working day is through.

They say home is where the heart is.

If the exception proves the rule

I guess that's true.

Not a night goes by

I don't dream of wandering

Through the home that might have been.

I listened to my pride

When my heart cried out for you.

Now everyday I wake again in a house

That might have been a home.

A home.