Verse 1
Yo, middle-aged now, still chasing the dream,
But the hustle and bustle, it's wearin' on the team.
I was on the grind, thought I'd make it big,
Now I'm stuck in the city, feelin' so big, yet so small.
Every night I look up at the stars in the sky,
Wish I could go back home, but I don't know why.
They say life's a journey, but this one feels lost,
Woke up one day and realized I'm past my prime,
But the dreams I chased, they slipped through my hands,
Now I'm left with the regret, and the weight of the sands.
Verse 2
I remember the days, when I was young and bold,
Thought I could conquer the world, but I failed and was sold.
To the city life, the concrete and the gray,
But the heart of the home, it's callin' my name.
My parents' old house, with the memories so deep,
A place where my ancestors rest, and my roots are asleep.
But I'm too afraid to go back, fearin' the sight,
Of them seeing me fail, and their hopes in the night.
I've been making moves, but I can't make it right,
Stuck between two worlds, can't decide my fate.
Verse 3
The city's a jungle, and I'm just a fly,
Hustlin' and bustlin', but I can't reach the sky.
I miss the familiar, the comfort and the peace,
The sound of the silence, the rhythm of the trees.
But I'm no cap on my fears, can't let go of the past,
Afraid to face the reality of the last.
I've been through so much, but I've learned a thing or two,
That home is where the heart is, and it's always with you.
Punchline (Last 4 Lines)
So I'll keep on the grind, even if it's slow,
Till I find the courage to say, "I'm coming home, you know."
Whether they accept me or not, I'll still be the same,
A son who's unfinished, but still on the game.
No matter the outcome, I'll make my stand,
'Cause the journey's the treasure, and the heart that's in command.
So if you're out there, feeling the same, don't give up the fight,
Home is where the heart is, and it's always in sight.