A Place to Call Home

Been thinking about emigrating so much lately

That I'm almost already packing my bags,

Dreaming of a place that feels like home,

A place where my restless heart can finally rest its hags.

For years, I've roamed this world,

Searching for a place to call my own,

A place where my soul can find peace,

A place that feels like a warm embrace, not just a loan.

I've seen the faces of cities and towns,

Strolled through streets of jade and gold,

But never found a place where I belonged,

Never found a place where I felt bold.

So I dream of a land across the sea,

A place where the mountains touch the sky,

Where the scent of jasmine fills the air,

And I can finally spread my wings, and fly.

I imagine the sound of the waves,

Crashing against rocks of white,

The warmth of the sun on my skin,

As I bask in the golden light.

I see myself in a sea of strangers,

Yet not feeling alone in the crowd,

For they welcome me with open arms,

And show me the beauty of their land, inside out.

I long for a place where I can start anew,

Where the past and present can entwine,

And create a future full of blooming hues,

A place where I can finally call mine.

So as I pack my bags, dreaming of this place,

This land of beauty and serenity,

I know that the journey may be long,

But I am ready to embark on this odyssey.

For I am searching for a place to call home,

Somewhere where my heart can be free,

And though it may take me miles and miles,

The journey will be worth it, you'll see.