Somewhere special would be nice,
The place that only i know the best,
So even if i am blind against my own will,
I would probably know my way back home,
Home is what they call,
But in my place,
Not a house nor a wall that it could provide,
Just a shelter while i breathe the air,
A hideout from the sudden thunder i fear,
If i must go and choose,
Be it the place that i love,
And be it mine with just my love.
Friday, February 24, 2012
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