Home Is Unattainable

Home is unattainable.

You think it strange, this thing I say?
Consider this, my friend, as you go along your way.

Many people live in houses,
But never feel at home.
Many people live on the street,
But feel they've never been alone.

Some homes are broken;
The children always know.
For when they leave the house,
Without looking back, they go.

Homes are bought, and sold, and built.
Yet they have no permanence.
For fire, flood, disasters, and time
Are all so merciless!

I, myself, have seen decay,
And fire take their toll.
On my childhood home I held most dear,
No more; it's gone; I know.

I once knew home; 'twas happy there.
Not perfect, but not the worst.
But now I fear, I will not find
Home again, 'till my ride in a hearse.

A home on Earth, and a home in Heaven;
I've known one; know I'll find the other.
But unattainable my Earth-bound home shall be,
'Till I'm re-united with my brother.

Home is safety; home is comfort;
Free of worries, woes, and cares.
A place where lov-ed ones can be
Together, but this world not dares.

For trouble is everywhere in our crazy world.
From it there is no escape.
Families fight, even they can't get along.
See examples of incest and rape.

Home is unattainable; in this world, anyway.
Just be sure, my friend, to be prepared
When you go to that next new day.