Home is where the heart is.
But what if I don't have a heart at all
And what if I had lost it long ago?

And when I try to find the loss,
They say it's hopeless, I'm a ghost.
They say I'm lonely and will stay,
Because the soul starts to decay.

I guess I was a heartless soul
Since I was born. I couldn't throw
My heart away. I would have kept it.
I just pray, I have the place
For piece of heart to fill this space.
A heart that's big enough to share
With someone else
And him to say:
"You are my heart, my soul,
Please stay."

                                                 November
2002.