Where My Heart Belongs

I’m driving highways toward the morning light,

the diesel hums my old-time song,

the city fades into the night,

ahead’s the place where I belong.

A home where children laugh again,

where hoofbeats whisper through the breeze,

where broken souls can heal their pain,

and hearts find gentle peace.

That’s where my heart belongs,

where love can grow and freedom sings,

where every storm reminds me

how strong a soul can be.

That’s where my heart belongs,

where hope runs wild across the fields,

that’s where I find my peace,

that’s where I’m truly me.

An old red tractor pulls the time through soil,

and Pria dances in the sun,

the kids are dreaming, hearts unspoiled,

their brand-new world’s begun.

A tiny barn, but endless skies,

Hilda snorts and Nito sighs,

Baby purrs in fields of hay,

and all the pieces fall in place today.

That’s where my heart belongs,

where love can grow and freedom sings,

where every storm reminds me

how strong a soul can be.

That’s where my heart belongs,

where hope runs wild across the fields,

that’s where I find my peace,

that’s where I’m truly me.

Sometimes I stumble, but I rise,

’cause my heart knows where the truth lies.

No dream’s too far away,

when love will light your way.

That’s where my heart belongs,

where children laugh and horses run,

where every pain will fade

beneath the sun.

That’s where my heart belongs,

I’ll live and breathe it every day –

for those who still believe

that miracles find their way.

I ride the road no map has drawn,

but my heart keeps leading me on –

to that place of peace and songs,

where my heart belongs. 🤍