I have nowhere that truly is a ‘home’ anymore.
Only hearts my own warms to, when they’re near.
Like the heat and comfort of an open fire, or a wood-burning stove
For a vagabond heart…
I have nowhere that truly is a ‘home’ anymore.
Only hearts my own warms to, when they’re near.
Like the heat and comfort of an open fire, or a wood-burning stove
For a vagabond heart…