Where is home,
If home isn’t where I sleep?
And where is love,
If love isn’t where I seek?
And where is truth,
If at every turn I find lies?
Where is the ground?
Because I’m lost looking at the stars,
And I need a map back down,
Before I get lost between Earth and Mars.
Where’s my courage,
If my heart is feeling blind,
And where’s my sight,
If I play hide and seek, but never find.
Where is my honour,
When I find it hard to take another step closer,
To the person I wish to be,
Unable to let go of the wounds,
That tie me to my past.