Without you

You may be the drug,
that I am addicted to
You may be my poison,
and I am dying from you

You may be the book,
I am learning from
You may be the home,
Where I belong

You may be the forest
In which I can roam
You may be the light,
guiding me home

But you must know,
though my love is true
I am not nothing
without you

Home

Home is the sky
Home is the grass
Home is the birds at 5am
Home will always be home

The world is an avalanche
The world is fear
The world is being suspended in mid air
But home will always be home