Sitting here alone
I have a world just my own
Here's the only place where I belong
Here I have memories
Ah their values are inestimable
As much as they are old
But they never have got odd
Here i have a world
Here's my safety home
Here's my shelter when I'm tired on my knees
I have the keys
I run in
This broken soul to heal
Here I gather
Here I put together
Broken parts of mine
To continue my journey
Here is my sweet home
It doesn't has a door
Even doesn't has walls
Neither furniture
Yet its in open sometimes the sky I can touch
But it protects me the most
Here I have my lover ones
Every memory I adore
I've gathered them all by myself
I've traveled back in time and I've searched for them and I've found
Every single memory of mine
And I've brought them with me back to home
Here is my world
The shelter of my wounds
The tempest of my memories
Precious moments still I keep
They never deserted my world
Precious ones though they're gone
But their souls here with me survive
With every sunrise I can feel their breathes
I touch their smiles
I kiss those eyes
Once again I rise
I stand on my feet
I continue running.
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