Ash to ash,
Dust to dust,
Now I lay this body to rest,
Among stardust and forgotten ancients,
This is home,
Built of flesh,
Housed in skin,
Driven by spirit,
Powered by dreams,
Broken by pain,
Divided by creed,
Categorized by government,
This is home,
Me,
This caravan of self,
Moving along a path called life,
It has no address,
Saved by a name,
The name, my parents gave me;
And during the living moments,
This home resides in a building,
A house we equate as a home,
But true home is me,
There is no other like this,
Home for a child,
Grown old through time,
And in its twilight years,
To be surrendered to its creators,
This is home,
Some called it ugly,
Short, over weight,
Dark, light, round,
Square or long,
And maybe cute,
It has felt pain,
Felt love, tasted bitterness,
Cherish sweetness,
Been bent by sadness,
Ever changing,
Year by year,
Never the same,
A home in constant remodeling,
This is home,
Me,
This is home,
This body before you,
This person that stands before you,
This is home,
And from here to you,
Other homes,
We are caravans,
Travelling along this road,
We call life, we are home.