state of mine

They say home is where the heart is its easier to find the light once you've been surrounded by darkness I feel most home with handphones on press pause on life put it on mute no sound drowned out with my head in the clouds I might of been born and bred, raised in England but im not owned by no land travel thru these pages in my notepad traverse these treacherous roads like a nomad, all i have is music it's therapeutic use it as a form of escape my slice of paradise, regardless wether I blow or don't like dynamite, these bars I've written represent what I speak as a metaphor this song is the beginning piece of the puzzle I need to figure out where I belong home is a state of mind will I ever find mine and achieve peace of mind