Home Is Where My Heart Dies - Create To Inspire

We are born with the burdens we hold.

I would carry them for you.

I would’ve carried them for you.

I’m writing letters, I hope they find you well.

How you felt and why you were afraid,

I could never tell.

I’ve been writing to you for weeks,

and I’m scared to find the,

Perfect words to say to your face.

My heart is beating out of time.

But I will find a way to figure this all out.

Believe what you believe,

I won’t convince you otherwise.

You live your life and I’ll live mine but take a moment to realise,

that without hope.

Your life will fade away.

We’re all weak until we find a way out.

Home is where my heart dies.

Home is where my heart dies.

I’m still searching for mine.

I’ve reached the point of giving up and I’ll never go back.