Standing out here,
Listening to the sounds of nature.
Of course these sounds aren�t really natural;
Cars cruising down the street,
Hearing a train in the distance.
It isn�t in the big city,
But it�s not in the country either.
This is my home
Though the earth has been covered by paved roads,
Hundred story buildings,
I can still experience the gifts of this beautiful world.
I can gaze into the eastern sky,
Witnessing another day in the sun.
I can feel the breeze at night,
Telling me it�s time to rest.
I smell the aroma after a day�s rain
I can hear family's laughter,
I can suffer with their troubles.
This place isn�t perfect.
What place is?
If we lived in perfection,
What would be the point in living?
Yeah, people fight,
They hold grudges,
And there is chaos in the world.
But without the sadness,
How are we to know happiness?
I wouldn�t trade this place for anything.
This cracked and broken place where I live, I grow.
I�ll just click my heels and return here.
Because there�s no place like home
