My Home

                  My Home is behind the mountains,
                  great smoky mountains,
                  where the sky is grey and cloudy,
                  where the places I step into are green.
                  My Home is behind the mountains,
                  where I feel protected and loved,
                  where I fit,
                  where I belong to.
                  My Home is behind the mountains,
                  where the rivers run sweet and icy,
                  where my Love is waiting:
                  For me.
                  It is not the mountains,
                  It is not the places,
                  It is not the colors or seasons
                  that makes it Home:
                  but it is my Love, all alone.