HOME, LONG GONE

Where is home? Is it behind the gloomy fences? Is it behind the haunting red clouds? Or is it behind the shallow ashes? I can't seem to catch sight of it anymore. My home has abandoned me, And left me in ruins. My tears run like the river and I run along with it, engulfed in ceaseless pain. Wonderstuck; I cry out in agony, I open my eyes and see the moving lights under which we would lay, I see the shaggy roads and our shadows dancing on them, I see smiles across them, like a soulful summer song. In a haste I sprint towards the lights But I could no longer find them. The sound of sirens and cries hallowed through the blood-red streets, A storm brewed before me and wiped away the road to my home. I could no longer find my way home. Where is home? Is it behind all the darkness? Is it behind all the cracks? Is it behind all the wails? Is it behind all the bullets? I'm afraid I've lost my home.