I'm looking out a window,
Staring at lights
That remind me of a place
I don't ache for anymore.
It used to be home.
I used to dream of returning,
Triumphant and changed,
Ready to better it.
But I seem to have left
Those dreams behind me.
I don't seem to mind so much,
For this is my home now.
I've found it in the snowy winters,
The rainy springs, the community
But most of all,
I've found home in you.
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