Home where the heart is.
Thought I'm from there
and never liked this homies.
Miss, I lied.
May I rest in the grass
and squeeze my eyes
at the burning light.
Head at the floor,
arms laying at the sides
and let the blood
pieces the ground
to reach the highest sky.
Where my lies are true
and my mouth can speak
what I couldn't spread.
Asking what I want
and getting lakes
of good.
With Him who I can talk
and Him who I can rely on.
This is my purest home
the place I live.
...
With love,
Swordyword.
