A home filled with warmth and nurturance
Where you don't have to bluff yourself
Because no one judges you
A home full of consolation
With people you can lean on
Through thunders and joyful times
During pitch-dark days
With no direction to move forward
Powerless,misery and mournfulness
Falling down from cloud 9
Their hands always open to catch you
They never wane from your sight
Family is everything
-Lakhana
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
A home filled with warmth and nurturance
Where you don't have to bluff yourself
Because no one judges you
A home full of consolation
With people you can lean on
Through thunders and joyful times
During pitch-dark days
With no direction to move forward
Powerless,misery and mournfulness
Falling down from cloud 9
Their hands always open to catch you
They never wane from your sight
Family is everything
-Lakhana
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