Home
Staring at the home,
How beauteous my home is.
Home that was sturdy enough to built me,
Home where all the memories were grown like a plant.
But one day i have to leave you.
I resoulate to flee away from home,
Like never before,
I packed my stuff, ready to disappear.
Mom cried with great demonstrative,
Dad sitting in my old grandma chair with silent tears.
As i looked at my home,
Was silent enough with great ache,
As i was leaving against their bequeath.
For I'm 1000 miles at bay from home,
Fold my coats, remembering mama voices in head.
And my father who teaches me to be swith,
Thinking all the memories back home,
Tears roll down langruorously,
Where the sultry tears kept me vigil.
As the sun emerge with great vigiour,
I slipped away to some where,
Decided to walk in a pavement.
Heard in a sonant in a equanimity air,
Calling out my name,
Home, home, home.
Now its been a months that i left home,
Nothing is working out for me.
Resolute to walk in a woods,
Heard a sonant in a equanimity air.
Calling out my name,
Home, home, home.
For i reached my apartment,
Thinking what i obliviate.
Trying to put all the thoughts,
Eagerly trying to know my self,
Where i belong,
And i forgot what i was.
For i resoulate to go home,
But thoughts came in my mind,
The door i was seeking,
Had already closed for me.
As i heard mama sonant in a equanimity air,
Home, home, home.
As i packed my stuff with great ecstasy,
Prayed to the good lord to forgive me.
As i sit down i the coach,
Thinking,
Home is where i belong,
Home where my soul is,
Home that built me.
For it was miles to reach my destination,
My heart became antsy to reach where i belong.
As the coach dropped me to my destination,
The moment i stride on the muddy road,
Analepsis me to those days,
That i always wanted.
As i looked at my home,
Was swith enough to built me again.
As i knocked the wooden door of my house,
For it was opened by my hero,
He cried in great ecstasy like never before,
Mom came running with sultry tears.
Welcome home, she said.
Home is where i belong,
Home where my soul is,
Home that built me.
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