Home is not a beautiful place
In the ruins, I was born
I grew up and live
My mind wanders around the world's beauty though
Never contented with what I have and where I am.
I was born a dreamer and forever I will be.
Searching for a place I can call home.
Is this where I belong?
NO
The only time I felt that I am home was at that time.
In his arms, I feel safe. I was happy.
I was contented and being greedy at the same time.
I want more of him.
After that, never have I felt at home.
Not even in this paradise, I am in.
I'm alone with no home now.
I beg you, give me shelter, give me love
I'm dying.
The truth is I just want to go back home.