Cobwebs Broken blinds Dirty dishes Rundown home Rundown me -Kel Dayheart
Trespass
You searched your whole life For a place to belong Only to find You are still just a trespasser -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #155
We toil if we stay at home, I was told.
Homecoming
The lilac blooms in front of the door Welcoming guests long before The door is opened Cheerfully bright in spring Depressingly grim in winter -Kel Dayheart
Homeless
Brick by broken brick It crumbles down To red dust Sometimes you really can't go home -Kel Dayheart
Finding Home
It hasn't been Very long since I arrived But I can tell That this place Might be it The place I have been Looking for For all my life -Kel Dayheart
Near Sighted
With blurred vision I'm as blind as a bat Hopelessly trying To find my way Home in the darkness -Kel Dayheart
Going Home
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My Hometown
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Despite it All
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Fragment of a Figment 