I've never had a place I could call home
Just like a Gypsy I have always roamed

In three different countries I have lived
At five different times
And in between all that I could never find

A place called home
To call my own

So I moved and I moved
Never staying in one place for more than a couple of years
Wondering what was driving me to search for my home

Then three years ago
I awoke
And realised what I was looking for

A place where I could belong
A place what I could call my own

And it had been with me all the time
I had simply been to blind

Home is where the heart is
Home is where your love lives

Not what's around you
But within inside you

Different countries
Different cultures
Different cities

travelled I have a lot
And now I'm tired

Its my turn to now rest in my real and only home

In my Galaxy