When I Think Of Home

*Verse 1* I left my sunrise for a distant shore, Chased dreams that glittered, yet left me poor. Cold streets and strangers whispered my name, But every echo sounded just the same. *Pre‑Chorus* Now the night’s too long, the sky’s too gray, I hear my mother’s voice in every stray. *Chorus* There’s no place like home, where my heart’s at *rest*, Where love’s soft *bless* wraps me in its *nest*. Every road I roam, I’m drawn to that *chest*, Home’s the pulse that beats, my soul’s true *quest*. *Verse 2* I tried to build a life on foreign sand, But every brick I laid slipped through my hand. The world’s applause turned hollow, thin, and cold, I’m yearning for the stories I’ve been told. *Bridge* So I’ll pack my hopes, my tears, my weary *confession*, Fly back to fields where I first found *expression*. No more chasing shadows, no more *repression*, Home’s the sunrise, my final *possession*. *Final Chorus (repeat, ending on “s” sounds)* There’s no place like home, where my heart’s at *rest*, Where love’s soft *bless* wraps me in its *nest*. Every road I roam, I’m drawn to that *chest*, Home’s the pulse that beats, my soul’s true *quest*.