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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