as the road is plowed . either direction invites . but one way is home
there are some places . visited for the first time . that just feel like home
when winter wind cuts through me like a sharpened knife i know i am home
it’s the idea not the buildings as to why we call someplace home
a place is a thought for those who never visit for others, it’s home
without exploring we never truly achieve a true sense of home
one cannot compare one’s home to another place since each is unique
the place we call home is a state of mind that we can find on a map
our home is the place where we store the life that makes our lives worth living
there’s alway something that has become your landmark and welcomes you home
uptown jack 