Homesick.

“Am I alone?” I used to wonder;

A silly thought, but it can sunder. 

“There's nothing here.” I used to think;

“Surely there's a missing link?”

Pulled together and torn apart,

I draw on wisdom from the heart - 

“We had one home” I chant aloud;

“had” is a funny choice. 

“We had one home” - 

“We had one home” - 

“We had one home” - 

It's all the same, I can remember;

The comfort of home is in your voice.