Home
I miss my home.
I miss walking down the noisy streets.
I miss hearing the laughs of the happy children in the streets.
My home, my roots, my family.
It’s where I long to be and I hope that one day it will be free.
Free from sadness, free from poverty, free from complete misery.
Where orphans would have enough to eat and a safe place to sleep.
I may be far away and my eyes may not be able to see.
But my heart is there and that’s where it will always be… Home.
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