Even a gypsy soul wants a place to call home.
Where is home?
It’s a place that I would call my own
It’s a place where I can run free
It’s a place I want to be
My home
It’s a place filled with peace
It’s not shallow, it’s not dark
It’s a space, colored with Love
My home
It’s a place so wonderful, so warm
It’s a place so honest, and so me…
It’s a place that constantly manifests the truth..
My home
My home is the universe for I am a roaming gypsy soul destined to keep traveling, seeking and learning and enjoying every bit of my journey…
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