Theres a moment that we just know an cant explain its reasoning, nor do we want too we just know. We know we arent alone, we never were, we simply had not come home. Where is home, is it a physical place where you walk through a picket fence and hang your hat upon the rack as you walk in the door? I dont see it as such, to me its a feeling of being complete and happy. Some search for it, some find it, some die trying, an theres those that even trick themselves into believeing they had it. You can find it in a smile, in a whisper, in a kiss, but in the end theres no place like home.