I still remember,
the rusty bookshelf,
the creaky wooden floor,
the loud rumbling ceiling,
the cold dark room,
the stressed days,
the empty nights,
the silent cries,
the loud prayers,
and the timeless thoughts
I still remember, my last home

As sad as it might sound, I loved it there
I loved how the silence completed me, comforted me
It was the time when I felt the world was mine
And I long to go back

Now everything had changed
and off to a new chapter
With all the bright lights and the tall four walls
why I felt more isolated, more alone
Like I lost everything

When I think about it now, nothing is better
Then, where is home?