Our Home
Whining, crying perfect fight
Tears are pouring every night
The thorns we roll on the floor
See ourselves fighting in our door.
Broken silence in our room
Petty arguments though it's noon
Flying marble plates in the air
Locked our hearts in despair.
Restless pains give us fright
Covered by darkness and see no light
Two hearts are twisted with fate
Just believe and have a strong faith
Arguments are normal but can't go worse
Marriage should be firm to stop this bad force
You and I can't build a broken home
Let us center God in our home.
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