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I’m nervous about tomorrow
I’m not sure where to start
I have no answers to provide
About the base on which to build
So is it worth saying anything else?
Because without a solid foundation
Everything will crumble, so why bother?
There’s been a change in Muse
But we’ve never discussed that
And I don’t want to look to deeply
Into something that may not last
So I’d probably rather wait
But what will we talk about?

This Place

I love that no-one knows who I was before
I love that here I learnt I am loved and adored
I love the opportunity, and the friendly smiles
I love that I can have my own personal style
I love the people I’ve met who now are friends
I love how the past and the future blends
I love that I no longer wish to roam
I love that I have somewhere I call “Home”

Burn Me

Let the fires of Hell rain down
And consume me if they must
But don’t make me leave this town
The only home I trust
A place of love and freedom
Despite the words I write
I can’t imagine leaving
Though I try with all my might
The gypsy blood’s retired
Well that’s just how it seems
Something that’d never transpired
Even in my wildest dreams
But my feet are growing roots
Deformed and stunted though they be
And I don’t give two hoots
Because here I can be me
I can love and laugh and play
Explore the world and inner self
Getting more settled every day
Than I have anywhere else
So let those Hell fires burn me
I don’t really care
To uproot for another journey
Completely fills me with despair

Home

I do not want to leave here
Please don’t make me go
It’s the only place I’ve found
That’s ever felt like home
The thought of having to leave
Cuts me like a knife
The tears flow so freely
For the first time in my life
There’s no way to explain it
But I feel like I belong
And the idea of moving
Couldn’t feel more wrong