This Place

This place is where I live.
My heart has grown attached.
Even thought there is something more,
My heart has chose to lack.

This place is not my home.
So why can I not leave?
The inhabiter that I am
Is quickly losing track.

This place has made me see,
How grand my need for thee.
I will embrace your open arms,
The day when I get back.

-Doug Eaton-