There was a room with peeling walls
Faded photos on narrow halls
A voice that hummed but never said much
And hands that worked, never asked for touch
I wanted more than quiet nights
Ran from shadows, chased the lights
Thought love was loud, thought peace was far
So I packed my pain and wore my scars
I used to call that place home
Never knowing it held my bones
I ran so far to feel unknown
But I was built in that echo tone
Now I see, through all I've roamed
That place... was always my own
The scent of rice, the creak of stairs
Plastic flowers, uneven chairs
A worn-out coat still hanging there
Like the love I missed but always shared
I blamed the silence, blamed the cold
When truth was, I was just too bold
To see the care behind the sigh
To see the tears in closed-off eyes
I used to call that place home
Never knowing it held my bones
I ran so far to feel unknown
But I was built in that echo tone
Now I see, through all I've roamed
That place... was always my own
It wasn’t perfect, nor was I
But somehow, there… I learned to try
And though I left, I still belong
In every faded lullaby song
I used to call that place home
And maybe now, I finally know
It’s not the walls, it’s not the frame
It’s the one who stayed and said my name
I was lost, but never alone
That place…
was always my home...