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This is Home


This is Home

Not too far from the dry lands

There is a place of serenity with endless waves

With the smooth floor pave

With many lukewarm debris of glass

 

And…

Heaven still exist upon the big blue marble

Which, Life is filled with many parables

This is home

This is home

 

A Place where the deep blue swallows the sunshine

The wind blows the breeze nights

The clouds come from the west

The shadows disappear under the moonlight

 

And

Heaven still exist upon the big blue marble

And Life is still giving us parables

This is home

This is home

 

The devil dry’s the wells

Filling the air with hell

It like living in a snow globe

Staring at paramount views of the cosmos

 

And

Heaven still exist upon the big blue marble

And Life is still giving us parables

This is home

This is home

 

And

Heaven still exist upon the big blue marble

And Life is still giving us parables

This is home

This is home

This is home

Am I home

Am I home…

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