Chasing Air

And now I must find my way home
for I've wandered far, far too long
I am disheveled and lost
years chasing a dream
that was never to be
longing to find my way home
if home is still waiting for me

I learned in my wanderings afar
that life is not getting your dreams
for dreams oft lack substance and then
we attain them and find they were air
the things that we wanted weren't there
for places like home are too rare
and all of our loved ones are there

I know I will find my way home
the pull of my hunger is strong
I hunger for loved ones around me
I hunger to feel I belong
And when I arrive there, I'll know
the joy that can only derive
from knowing the safety of love
and home is where love is alive