They burnt my home
Then called the land theirs
They think they stole it all
But what they lack to see
Is that the biggest part
Of my home is me
They havn't conquered anything at all
While I still stand proud and tall
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Poison Berries
ПоэзияA series of SHORT poems written to appease the darker souls...
Home is where the Heart is
They burnt my home
Then called the land theirs
They think they stole it all
But what they lack to see
Is that the biggest part
Of my home is me
They havn't conquered anything at all
While I still stand proud and tall