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Home is where the heart is,
But for him without a heart,
Where does his home lie?
Is he but a shadow forgotten,
When the sun sets by night?
Will he see dawn by day?
Home is where he lays down,
And he finds not such a place.
His heart is nowhere around,
Lost like a drifter wondering.
He walks a lifeless flesh,
Feet dragging the evening dust,
Waiting for night to come again.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.
I may find home in my heart.

- GS