Davarel FrancaLyn Knowles

(28 June 1991 / Nassau, Bahamas)

Home


Am laying here just wondering why
Why are we playing a game with our hearts
When you and I both know they beat as ONE
One beat one sound every note one after the other
In harmony for we both know where home is
So why do we walk the street messing up our song
Why do we insist to break the harmony of our notes
Deliberately pushing each other away know where home is
Where is home did we go so far that we have forgot home
Or did we move and lose the beat of our hearts that bring us home
But no matter how far you or I go we must remember home

Submitted: Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Edited: Thursday, July 08, 2010

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