Finding Home
| I want to go home yesterday Where is this home you softly say There was my home, now blown away A home, a home, weeping, I pray. Without family, without home I wrestle with thoughts all alone Nary do I desire to roam Without a dome, without a dome. A house, no a home, time to spend With people who will care, befriend; With family to make amends, Until the end, until the end. Form ▶︎ |
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