My Second Home
My Second Home
It's been forty eight years that
I've lived in my second home
a home where there were trials
Tears, happiness and triumphs.
A home I can't say is really mine
But i'm free to move and
Express what my thoughts are
What feelings I wanted to reveal.
I can do what I dared do
Nobody tried to stop me
Even the owner of my second home
Gave me the freedom and the will.
Years passed I can sensed that
Something was not the same as before
Day by day my second home
Was becoming uncomfortable.
I can no longer drink refreshing water
I'm becoming sick of the food I ate
I started to feel the aches, the pains
I've never felt before.
Slowly my second home is weakening
She started to feel helpless
She can no longer withstand what I've been doing to her
She was in an excruciating pain.
She turned her back to me
There was revenged in her whole being
Right now I don't know how to control her
She'd been giving me too much of what I don't need.
I'm losing her....my second home
How can I face its real owner
When the time comes He'd ask me
What I've done with His masterpiece....
My second home.
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