A road like home


Home is where food is
A road like home has junk
Sugar and unfamiliar spices
Home is where time moves slowly
And God does not think of leaving
A place where the heart cannot trade
For new palaces, for new friends
Home is no place, it is a heart
A mother, brother, sister, father
Home is where the heart is.
A road like home is a wannabe
Tricking you with gold and new smiles
New friends and different food
Buying your soul and selling you a new one
Brainwashing you till family matters less
Home is home,
A road like home is a trick.


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