tender feelings heal with flowers

when your woes and sorrows leave you

overwhelmed

for the state of endless sadness or

uncompleted mourning--

take star of bethlehem,

there's willow if bitter, when helpless--

wild rose,

some sunshine wattle revives all lost hopes"

but for a simple case of longing--

what are we to do when homeless in our

hearts and souls



some of us take daring chances following our

lovers--

the passion we can trust...

others just cannot sit still--

they're driven by the power of mighty

wanderlust

wherever we go, god, we're trying so hard

to make every place feel like home left behind

but despite of all endeavours--nothing

changed,

as ever--we're homeless in our hearts...



but i'm yearning no more

'cause i found my home in you

and now it's where i belong

i gave up the world to be with you



come to me, i'll soothe your yearning...



is this what you've always dreamed of

the aim of our desire is hard to recognize

it often stares you in the face and yet, against

all reason,

takes the longest time to find

you circle the globe, go native, go far...

but it's not a country or a town, not a house...

what's the use of distant travel if only to

discover--you're homeless in your heart



but i'm yearning no more

'cause i found my home in you

and now it's where i belong

i gave up the world to be with you



so come to me, let me soothe your yearning