||[Nov. 11th, 2005|04:45 pm]
I close my eyes |
And I see Your face
If home is where my heart is
Then I’m out of place
Lord won’t you give me strength
To make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now.
That's my secret song with God. That's the song I sing when no one can understand what's going on inside my heart. Even though I'm sharing it here, it's still a secret. Because no one can understand what's going on inside my heart.
Home's not in Fremont. Home's not in San Diego. Home's not at church, with family, with boyfriend, with friends. Home is a room with just me and God. Homesick.