The mountains are my bones The rivers my veins The forests are my thougths And the stars are my dreams The ocean is my heart Its pounding is my pulse The songs of the earth write the music of my soul Author unknown
"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full, my body loved, and my soul is understood." But it exists, and is know where it is - I have simply not seen it yet. I am homesick for my heavenly home.