i have often dreamt
of a far-off place
where a great warm welcome
is awaiting me

and the crowds will cheer
when they see my face
and a voice keeps saying..
this is where i'm meant to be..

i will find my way.
i can go the distance
i don't care how far,
somehow i'll be strong.
i know every mile
will be worth my while

i would go most anywhere
to find where i belong.

and i've found it.
all i need is a one-way plane ticket to korea.

actually no. it's probably not there. that's just my dream permanent holiday place.
i've been taken away from it for too long.
it's probbably somewhere else. just not here.
because home is supposed to be a sanctuary.
home is where you have people that care.
home is where you are happy
and.. you're supposed to be and feel safe at home.

home isn't where you feel endangered every 5 minutes
home isn't where you're frequently harrassed, interrogated and bashed
that's a fucking detention camp

i need to find my home soon before i detoriate and there's nothing left to find a home for.