How fondly loves the home-sick heart
To ponder o'er the past,
And pines for scenes then far apart,
To dwell--to die at last;
Though richer vales, and balmier gales,
May tempt the wanderer's stay,
His heart will long to be among
Some scenes far, far away!

 

O! memory ne'er can charm us so
As when it bids appear
The fields and friends of long ago,
The distant and the dear!
Though clime and care may waste and wear
The frame to dull decay,
They never will through change and chill
The love, far, far away!

 

Yet there for joy to come relies
the heart when faint and low,
to have some green vale glad our eyes,
Its breeze upon our brow!
Again beneath the sky to breathe,
Where dawn'd life's chequer'd day,
What thoughts will burn--what feelings yearn,
When home is far away!

The place filled with laughter, her joy, and her hope.

This girl, she is sad, and I've seen her heart break.

She just doesn't belong here, and she doesn't want to stay.

When she's at the beach she just sits and she stares

Across the water to who knows where.

The ocean is the one place she has found on this Earth

That fills her with any kind of peace and hope.

Though still she is sad, she's not where she belongs,

But at least at the ocean the fierce homesickness calms.

She'll walk down the beach and look out at the water,

Totally uncaring of those who might watch her.

She knows she's not normal, that she isn't like them.

But she knows that they cold never understand.

This girl that I speak of, how I know her well. Yet at the same time I hardly know her at all.

It seems to me as I walk down that beach that

I'm never gonna know of who I truly speak.

Because as long as I'm here, so far from my home, my heart, my pain there, my hope,

I am only half here. 

I am only half home.

And all that I want....I just want to go home.