Home.

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It is beautiful here. Where I was born. And it feels like home. Of course Zid is home, Auckland is home, but Fiji is home too. And Orlando is home, more than anything else. So perhaps having him here is why it feels so right.

I wrote a letter to my mother. Not much, and just sent to the last address I have for her. Just telling her what I've done, and who I am now, and that I am happy.

I've got nothing on my mind
Nothing to remember, Nothing to forget
And I've got nothing to regret
But I'm all tied up on the inside
No one knows quite what I've got
And I know that on the outside
What I used to be, I'm not
Anymore.

You know I've heard about people like me
But I never made the connection;
They walk one road to set them free
And find they've gone the wrong direction.

But there's no need for turning back
'Cause all roads lead to where I stand
And I believe I'll walk them all
No matter what I may have planned

Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it?
Can you find my pain? Can you heal it?
Then lay your hands upon me now
And cast this darkness from my soul
You alone can light my way
You alone can make me whole
Once again

We've walked both sides of every street
Through all kinds of windy weather
But that was never our defeat
As long as we could walk together.

So there's no need for turning back
'Cause all roads lead to where we stand
And I believe we'll walk them all
No matter what we may have planned.