Where people live under concrete walls,
Where there's a shed from storm,
Where thoughts are falling like freefall,
Where bones are aching sitting alone.
No that's not my homeland,
You may think I'm mad,
But my heart is hurting so bad,
By living life so sad like that.
Drown in own sweat,
Lost in living bet,
Racking answers in my head,
How many tears I have to shed?
(To go home)
Everything's wrong,
I'm screaming on and on,
Wish I was strong,
Take me home.
Where I can talk to the birds,
Where melodies can be heard,
Where everyone is shining like sun,
Where "I" comes after another one.
Yeah that's my homeland,
Maybe it's dry or full of sand,
But everyone holding each other's hand,
"Go with the flow" is our plan.
Life should be mystery,
With complicated history,
Just to make it interesting,
But always with happy ending.
(It has to be granted)
Everything's wrong,
I'm screaming on and on,
Wish I was strong,
Take me home.
Where there's freedom to run,
Where every tear is because of fun,
Where every pain is burnt,
Where bad memories are blur.
Now that's our homeland,
Want things to work like that,
When no one knows meaning of bad,
Only in madness comes word mad.
Heaven and hell,
Are under our spell,
Cause your with me,
Even if we are cross sea.
(Cause you'll be back.)
Nothing's wrong,
I'm screaming on and on,
That I'm strong,
Now I'm home.
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Imagination
PoetryLet your imagination run free, Tear down the wall so you can see, Throw off the chain that locked your mind, There's so much to be had, so much to find.... This book contain poem from here and there.... So, read my friend.....
