I shouldn't have left the home
Dreaming to chase the clouds
In the world out,
I left the home,
As it’s time for the sunrise.
The dust flies off the road,
Erasing the footprints I traveled so far.
I cannot see my home.
It disappears below the line,
As the earth turns over quick
I have my eyes open
But I don’t know,
Either anyone around
Or I am alone.
Its dark everywhere,
My pupil shrinks like a fading lamp
And the darkness grows even more.
I am scared,
I am trying to sleep;
I am trying to dream
And forget where I am,
Oh! I couldn't
Only my pillow gets soaked in tears.
I am counting the days
When I can return home?
The gears on the clock seem to run fast,
But the sun hangs up always on the top.
How you allowed me to go far away?
Why you abandoned me? Why? Why?
No, I am wrong, it’s not you.
It’s me, who made the choice.
And you are right,
I couldn't bear the solitary planet of the universe.
I miss your love,
I miss you beside me,
I shouldn't have left the home.
Now, I feel it within the heart.
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