The Hidden

Home is where you hang your hat
Home is where you cry
Home is where you feel safe
Home is where you hide

It isn’t a structure
It isn’t a place
It isn’t on any map
It isn’t what awaits

It sits behind the eyes
It sits within the soul
It sits and feels it all
It sits when out of control

Seek and you will arrive
Seek and you will warm
Seek and you will disappear
Seek and you will ride out the storm

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