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?
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
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?
From the album 'Afloat'
Read the full album on https://annlour.wixsite.com/annalour/album-1-afloat
