Where do I got when home is just a memory?
Good or bad it doesn’t matter anymore.
The past stands behind us.
The future, a fork in the road.
Which way do I turn?
Does one path lead me where I belong?
The other farther from where I’m grounded?
Home is where the heart is…
Since my heart is broken, home just not exist.
Too far, too gone, too much…
No home… No more.