Home isn’t far
Home is my mother’s chest and my father’s arms
That keeps me off the shades of sickness and loneliness
Home isn’t far
Home is with my boys
Around the corner of the barefoot streets
Playing the games that takes the night far
Home isn’t far
Home is running with our birthday suit, under the heat rippened sun, on an open wide field
Home isn’t far
Home is at night
Listening to granny tell us tales under the moon spunning magic
Home isn’t far
Home is in your heart
Spilling words from the pit of my soul
Till they are frenzied out like the water vapour
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