Hear, hear!
You are here and life exists!
Home is where the heart is,
But where would you go, if your heart is overflow
With the tear of joy, longing, and sorrow
Blows, the wind blows
Blows the little pieces of your heart away
Away Away
Far away from home
The actual house is not always a home
The actual home is not really a place
It's the people and the pieces of your heart
People that touch your soul
Who live in places that make you glow
Pieces of your heart that blow away
With the meaning of What it means to be alive,
Breath in, Breath out
The breathing flows
In and out of your nose, it flows and flows
Feels like you can breathe again
When you finally arrived at home.
Home is where your heart is
Lay down your head
Tones down the heat
Turn up the beat...
Of your heart
Hear Hear
Can you hear it whispers?
Hear me out, hear me loud
Does it feel like home?
About the Creator
Proud Proudpisut Sang-ou-thai
I'm Proud not an adjective but a noun. Mom said I make her proud. I'm doing my best to live by that. To be a unique, useful, and unapologetic being. I believe we are imperfect so perfectly, after all :-). Instagram: @proud.sangouthai99
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