My Home

This place is somewhere I cannot find
Even though I can picture it in my mind
A cool summer breeze from atop the trees
A meadow tosses below me with ease

This is my home, where I truly belong
The sounds of this place make up my true song
I wonder if this place and I can ever meet
Is it a place I can reach with my feet?

The more I continue along with this life
The more I wish to escape all its strife
The more I wish I could hear my true song
So I keep dragging my feet along

I don't think that I can reach it on foot
Or else the envisioned tree would uproot
The more I question my vision "Oh, why?"
The more I think I can't reach it 'til I die