Home...

Suddenly, lightning strike,
the inevitable has come.
The umbrella is ready,
but it may yet prove to be useless.
It can't cover completely,
and it can't provide enough warmth.
There's simply no other way,
when you go out in this state.
For the safest place,
is none other than home.
But there's only so much it can provide,
there's still many things waiting for you out there.
He'll be waiting there at the doorstep,
worrying and praying for the rain to stop.
Yet there's nothing he can do,
admist the reluctance and selfishness.

Home sweet home.

Maybe surrounded by a million people. I still feel all alone. I just wanna go home. Oh I miss you, you know... (quoted from the song Home by Michael Buble)