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The Home Song

Jan 11, 2025
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Updated: Jul 15, 2025

By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon


Look at my eyes, what do they yearn?

Look into me, tell me what you learn?

Look at the face of the fire that burns!

Look at the ocean and what it churns!

Deep down under, all the way within,

We all want to go home, 

To the best resting place there's yet ever been.


I've been looking around for a bright heaven.

A place where no pain can touch my ship's helm.

A place where I see love, and love sees divinity, 

Home is where I now got to be;

For love comes well and right on time 

When you know there's nothing good in pride.

So take a high dive into divine waters of love divine.


We got a rhythm and we got to rap

For home is where we lookout for on a map;

Though there's been a long gap,

One day we'll get home and the pains will die.

Leaving us jolly and merry, one of a kind.

True love is the love that does bind

Without any chains, shackles unlike the mind.


But once you're in love,

You want to be bound,

And not ever break the bond.

True love finds freedom in the bondage of souls

When we reach home, no longer when we roam.

We do find a spot to rest, for the journey

Contains ups and downs and many a tests.


“Home, home, home!”

We utter

“Peace, peace, please!”

We mutter.

We must keep moving on and on,

Until one fine day,

We find ourselves back home.


By Jaskaran Singh Dhillon



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