People say, sometimes things can't get back to how it used to be
They say, you wasting your time
They shout, he's not worth for you
They insist, go find someone new
I somewhat agree
But home will stay
And home will remain
The man might be leaving
But he always finds his way home
And that home is me.
I know he'll come back.
If it is not early, fine.
I've made by the patience, faith, and love
For the last couple of years.
As long as you know where to come home,
I'll always stay.
I'll be your home.
always keep this by myself. not telling anyone because no one would understand how it feels.