but where you're Understood.
It's not building that provides comfort,
but where you're soul finds rest.
It's not even the people that live there,
but just where you're accepted.
It's not making a goal-orientated environment,
but where all genuine efforts are appreciated.
It's not a place where you can't cry,
but where you can slide along the floor in you're underwear singing 'Journey'.
I'ts not a place where things are expected of you
But where they are eager to see great things of you.
I think I'm coming home,
In my own skin.
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