I'll come back..

I went back to this place Last Monday, and left it this Friday that has just passed. I could never expect anything of this place, or assume how it will be when I am there.
It's none of these things. It's completely different.
It's a knowledge, a truth in itself, regardless of the circumstance.
It's my place to belong, and it's my home.

This is home.

It started out as a feeling,
Which grew into a hope,
Which then grew into a quiet thought,
Which then grew into a quiet word.

And then that word grew louder and louder, 'till it was a battle cry;
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say Goodbye.

And now we're back to the beginning,
It's just a feeling
And no one knows yet.
But just because they don't feel it too,
Doesn't mean you have to forget.

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, until they're before your eyes...
You'll come back
When they call you,
No need to say Goodbye.