The Way Home

I packed a little bag of mine

With everything that was fine

I wanted to look in my best

How I felt light in my chest

Oh home was my destination

After a long summer vacation

I stepped out to breathe the air

Eyes welled up dropped  a tear

Heart was swelled head held high

If only I had a pair of wings to fly

Time ticked by in thoughts I lost

Sweet voices soon began to frost
Then I realized of the truth I hid

Of the blood and murder I did

Memories came hitting back at me

Stinging me like a swarm of bee

Not everything was forgotten

Nor was everyone forgiven

Then suddenly I realized 

Where was home after all

Was it where my loved ones 

no longer waited for me with open arms?

For strangers they had become

Feelings for me had long gone numb

How I wanted to shout at them

Then I stopped, for home was not where it stood

Home was way back with strangers 

Who had become my loved ones

Who welcomed me back with open arms