Home……

Home is where we started but my heart  left to go home
Still longing to be united with the glaze of winter snow

To have and to hold, to cherish and the truth was told
This temple has grown cold without a heart for comfort
Inhaling in nothingness and exhaling a cloud of dust
Should i stop borrowing and accept the fate of my trust
To strangers…in the end my heart just wants to go home…i need to go

Inspiration…home sick

Topic…motherland

Opinion…stated