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.