Hiraeth

Hiraeth.*

Here is not my life.

I need a change of scenery

But I haven't any stage hands

And the audience has gone smaller.

Perhaps I should go home.

No not the place of my youth.

But that place I know

In my heart is home.

A home where there's no fear.

A home with my own people dear .

A home where I should have had my start

But let's not put the horse before the cart.

I don't know where is such a home.

Where do I start?

A place I have never been.

A place I have never seen.

Except for in my heart's dreams.

A place I can never visit.

A place that might never have existed.

Still it's a place I am homesick for.

Or so it seems.

It exists forever in my heart's dreams.

Oh Hiraeth*

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Hiraeth pronounced "here-eyeth"

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