He knew how to reach me deep inside
And he found a part of me I could not hide
And we’d walk and talk and touch tenderly
Then he’d lay me down and make love to me
We built a love so strong and couldn’t break
There was not a road we were afraid to take
And we’d kiss all the way from Arkansas to Rome
‘Cause in each other’s arms we were home sweet home
But he don’t feel the same
Since our lives became
Years of bills, babies and chains
Home ain’t where his heart is anymore
He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door
But he don’t lay his head down to love me like before
Home ain’t where his heart is anymore
If foundations made of stone can turn to dust
Then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust
If he could only find that feeling once again
If we could only change the way the story ends
And he may still come home
But I live here alone
The love that built these walls is gone
Home ain’t where his heart is anymore
He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door
But he don’t lay his head down to love me like before
He don’t lay his head down to love me like before
Home ain’t where his heart is anymore
No, home ain’t where his heart is
Questa è Enida 
Hehehe, Naza…mind my being discreet but revealing. I wish I could just write about what happened to me recently with no care. But tu lah, you never know who’s reading, who’s reading between the lines and who’s judging. Hence my telling-but-not-telling posts.
Nonetheless, thanks se’sangat for all the kind words and gentle reminders. All the support and wisdom from families and friends have been keeping me from ‘staring too long at the closed door’.
The other day, after reading the quote on your blog…the one about grass being greener where there’s enough water, I couldn’t help but nodding in agreement. How very true!
Thanks Naza. Now I am off to tend those two little patches of green grass of mine!
Enida, it took thrice reading efforts to make me fully comprehend your comment…Cikgu B.I ada masalah nak paham, patula anak murid berterabur..he..he..he
Whatever we face in life, there are reasons for it..Stay strong and don’t ever forget ALLAH for HE is the only one that can help us get through the obstacles.
Salam Naza,
Thank you for reading (and thank you for not being silent anymore. Hehe.)
Well, what can I say…sometimes a song can say it all just perfectly. I wish I could say “The irony is…”, but the truth is, this song describes the situation in my life right now through and through. And there’s nothing ironic about it. :o)
Instead, I should say “The reality is…” this is what was written to me:
“I have discovered not only that “home” doesn’t feel like home anymore, but I don’t feel like giving anything anymore…and am quite happy to do my own thing.”
Word for word.
So how can I not know where his heart is lah kan. Hehe.
Salam enida…naza here.
I’ve been a silent reader for quite sometime but this particular entry really intrigues me..Wah..so deep aaaa the meaning….