Most of the time I don’t feel at home
So I just sit and think of you.

The notion of you morally keeps me secure,
but like a hollow migration of birds
you left me out of the blue.


Most of the time I don’t feel safe
so I just drop in bed,
& baby I sorrily think of you.

Most of the time I wonder why you left
I sit, give back and reflect..
Concludingly, i notice it’s cause I cold heartedly doubted you.