Vanishing Home

Vanishing home Father is not here Mother is not here Overflowing with tears; filled with fear, I am designing the mask I should wear My dreams are sticks of imagination My wishes are candles of delusion I know that we both have our own mission But is yours, is to offer me a deadly potion? I envy you for having a good home, Not because you sleep in foam For I don’t know what does the word family means? Because mine, had faded like blue jeans. Vanishing home, that’s all I have, Soaring away like the wild dove Fate hid my home; my happiness had been rob So, kindly offer me a pinch of love! 01192004----04:14 pm