A Place Like Home

With a piece of paradise between
My fingertips I am finally home.
The place that kept me warm when
There was no warmth in the bright
City lights. The place where a Queen
And peasant are welcome to roam.
A place where the women and men
Are created equal. But as the night
Fades away and turns into the early
Morning daylight I face the harsh
Reality that I cannot always get
What I want. Paradise sounds easy
On the tip of the tongue as the pearly
Gates open up and I stand in the marsh
All alone as home is never easy to forget.