(I'm)
On my journey
My endless journey
By dream colors I'm on painted stairs
Climbing sky to touch the unreachable star
It was just misguide dream
And this cost me missing home
Now i am returning again
To the shelter of my fragile soul
Lost in a way
Gravity pull my strength
So i left my tears, lessen my burden
Show me to the way home
for my fragile soul
Sorry if i was away
But returning home is sure
And my home is your heart
I know I'll be safe again
On my journey
Such a long journey
I may smile I may cry
Sometimes i fall
Who is gonna keep me safe
to protect my soul
Only my home...(my home)
in other word
Only you..only you
On my way
Dont mislead me
Show me way to home
After awhile
Will you be there for me
Because your heart is my home
Let the door stay open
keep me locked inside
heal me gently
Until i am ready
to end my endless journey
Without astray from your heart
my home
Lost in a way Gravity pull my strength So i left my tears, lessen my burden Show me to the way home for my fragile soul! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! oh my soul
I am always fan of ink of US. Nice to read US is coming back to home. Door of PH is always open to all which has given identity to many. Thank you so much for sharing here.
Your heart is my home.....simply n nicely you written abt your emotions Nice to read :)
'My home is your heart' is a gorgeous poem so impressively painted and delineated. Its theme is nice. This poem has special attraction for which I made second visit. I love the following lines.... It was just misguide dream And this cost me missing home Now i am returning again To the shelter of my fragile soul Thanks again for this gem.
Sorry if i was away But returning home is sure And my home is your heart I know I'll be safe again.heal me gently.......... really a very fine poem dear poetess. thank u very much. tony
Tremendous work, Soul. I am reminded of a painter, a sculptor standing in front of his subject. Each stroke of the brush, movement of the hammer takes the artist closer to a destination. There are dead ends, and times to stop and moments of reflection. There are regrets and denials and renewed joy in the discovery that the journey, the brush stroke, may not be entirely in the control of the artist....And so on the journey there are returns to home, feelings of loss...Magnificent poem, Soul!
I may smile I may cry Sometimes i fall Who is gonna keep me safe to protect my soul Only my home...(my home) in other word Only you..only you your heart is my home.... a lovely poem.. full of love and self-disovery. love this poem. dev
Endless journey with the muse of love and life. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
where ever you find your pleasure and joy but ultimately the sweetest place is the home at last. Very nicely depicted in this poem.