I've found home exactly twice in my life.
Once was in Ireland,
when I sat at the edge of the Cliffs
and let the sun and the wind and the spirit
of the magical country
invade my soul and welcome me
to where I knew I'd always belonged.
The next was when I found you.
When my being let out a sigh of relief
at the recognition of
another soul who was just, exactly, like me.
It seems your soul was late on the draw,
because while I was making a home of your heart
you were turning me out onto the street,
without even a cardboard box for shelter.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.