Going home is there really such a place. Or is it something inside of us. Are we taught to do things without thinking. People seem to change who they are to please others, and in the end lose their selves. that's me I would do any thing to make people happy around me, not really caring about my feelings, my wants, my dreams. They don't ask so I don't tell. Why is it so easy to get lost or left? why does pain come so easy and love so hard?
So I guess in a way going home is a way of finding out who you really are and what it is that you want, not what people want for you or from you. Think about it who are you really, and what would you do to be Happy!
