There was a time when I lived without you
Alone and content in my own little world
Soaring on my dreams and victories
And I thought I was home
Then you came into my world and joined me
And my life evolved around you and our home
Together and content in our little world
Soaring on our dreams and victories
And then I thought we were home
Then you left my world and I am living without you again
Alone, but not content in my own little world
Reliving our dreams and victories alone
And now I miss our home
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