دمعة قمر
01-22-2008, 05:26 PM
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It is said Home is where the heart is
My heart was once lost and yet to be found
For once I would like to see
My head above the clouds and my feet in the ground
The pain and the agony of being so stiff
With thorns of misery, he may be crowned
He’s been in no childhood
No teenage, no youth
Old age, old age from birth to the ground
Happiness isn’t to be acquired, but if it does
He sure can use about a pound
He cast his spell on me at a glance
I had no choice
for all the pain radiated I had bitterly to impound
In his sorrows I am lost
my heart is too
In a circle of sadness, we go round and round
Written with moon’s tears
It is said Home is where the heart is
My heart was once lost and yet to be found
For once I would like to see
My head above the clouds and my feet in the ground
The pain and the agony of being so stiff
With thorns of misery, he may be crowned
He’s been in no childhood
No teenage, no youth
Old age, old age from birth to the ground
Happiness isn’t to be acquired, but if it does
He sure can use about a pound
He cast his spell on me at a glance
I had no choice
for all the pain radiated I had bitterly to impound
In his sorrows I am lost
my heart is too
In a circle of sadness, we go round and round
Written with moon’s tears