Searching for my home
I walk the street alone, searching for my home, all around was rubbles and my heart was laden with trouble; the whole village was fast asleep and silent echo from my heart rumbles in the deep, all the lights were out and not one single shout could be heard. The village was dead silent, and the migrants were crying to the heaven. No one could tell what lies ahead but the migrants were secretly burying the dead and the whispers in the street were conducting a silent ceremony in the valley. The birds were attending mass, and the squirrels were scampering on the grass, I could feel a strange force pressing against my heels and a silent voice whispering a song to me. Oh, holy one of the seas, you have taken my sweetheart away from me, and left me to wander among grass, mounting stubborn ass and mule and leaving the whole world confused. The passion of the world is buried in the core of the earth, and some people cannot take it anymore, come with me to the village sea to restore peace love and harmony. I am searching for my home to bring my loved one's home, but mankind cannot understand the history on which the universe stands. It is that hidden part of me that has expanded the wilderness before thee and when you try to strike a good note, something is blocking your throat and dragging you back into the dirt. Come with me to solve this mystery and break free from the anguish and agony. The price is too high to pay for the lost souls that passed away. The wind is raging in the north, and some people are still struggling in the dark. The tide has turned so the wind is moving around, something has entered the shore, and you are tangled in the wilderness once more. I walked the street alone searching for my home, but everyone has gone away and the night has suddenly turned today. Come and sign this document for me, so that we can make history, you must not hesitate for the horses are ready to break through the gate. Everything is almost done and heaven will salute them with the guns; brevity has final escort us across the sea and I am searching for a home for I want you to be free, I am searching for my home for I want you to come home. .
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