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When bricks, mud and paint font give you peace, you look for solace in someone dear. Home is not land, it's your loved ones. This is a piece to to show that you do belong somewhere, somewhere is your home.

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When sickness and agony goes deep in bones
And everything and everyone just simply gone
Ones quest to look for home as no one have the key
Yet people need a place to belong, like you and me
A square of mud and bricks with nothing inside
That's not called home, that's a space to hide
We are free souls, you can't keep us  out of sight
Because Gypsy don't need a place to reside
We found love in little spaces
we make home in unexpected places
Where a single moment hold too many memories
Remembering each one long over centuries
Even when the light was gone, the darkness give gain
Holding you close and feeling that pain
The window of souls keep looking for more
The doors of hope yet waiting to explore
The roof of sorrow and blanket of emptiness
I feel the darkness deep down inside
I never know I can feel homesick for a life
And realizing how a person can be your home
A space where you belong, an important milestone
This is what love do to humans my friend
It make you vulnerable but only for a good end
we found something amazing yet shocking
Home is not a place, it's somewhere you belong

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