I did. I will. I want to maintain myself low, high, tides go up, low, ripples, and once again, I am left all alone; that's the way life rolls its dice. I didn't notice you were busy buying new dice. If you think the buyer is free, think again! Life can throw dice you would never buy. Prices go higher, never lower, creating ripples, new tides as I wonder where does home hide. The buyer is bought as fast as we paint him as a valley sleeping upon the embrace of a heart's hum. The new born kisses the dice and throws, as he finds a home. Up, down, ripples, new tides, welcome home!
Where is home? Can someone tell me?
Ask yourself Where does my home lie? I have found home, but sometimes I prefer to wander around. Where will life lead me this time? What home will I chose? Where does home lie? The sunshine of love.