They say your house
is your home
but can it still be
when it's the place that tears thee
heart fragile as a *******
cries of laughter
burning your soul
left a big hole
now I feel empty
echoes of a memory
now I am running
the distance is stretching
searching for a home
where there will be shalom
when can I finally say
"I'm home"
or, did I went astray?
now I wish haven't gone
making me lonesome to the bones
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
They say your house
is your home
but can it still be
when it's the place that tears thee
heart fragile as a *******
cries of laughter
burning your soul
left a big hole
now I feel empty
echoes of a memory
now I am running
the distance is stretching
searching for a home
where there will be shalom
when can I finally say
"I'm home"
or, did I went astray?
now I wish haven't gone
making me lonesome to the bones
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