Doors open with birds that over flow into the sky;

Right now i feel almost as high as any feen now left on the street;

But then again who would of known i would of returned so soon, not i nor anyone else seems to feel the same.

So much for a welcome party....

No cheers will be heard at the door nor will smiles be seen;

Not because i ask for them not to but because of the reason that probably its me;

I create a little bit hell for myself and others around me i'm starting to see.

I don't think i would even cheer for me....

Back into my room were the covers are a mess, back to the room where i lock out all my thoughts and confess;

I'm back with little change but i'm back with a sense of purpose;

So even through there are no cheers i can still hear the sweet heavenly earth giving me its air...

Saying even through i may have no welcome here theres no place like home.