What the Eyes Sees,The Heart Cannot Forget

I was far away from England Distant from the City of Happiness. I am deeply buried in this place Where sadness , hatred and envy were laid. I knew it's only a house with roofs , Posts and bed to rest. I can't stay to live like this. My heart is crèached within my chest. The posts of this house are getting old, And the lamps too are getting gloomy. Marital love from a partner hides The child in this housea is not happy. It's not always a good morning All of these are not my choice No happy Sunday evening Arguments made a crescendo of noise I have lost my beloved parents, Now I'm searching for them. Shotted doors and arguments Approached me when I came. I can still hear the tick of the clock And before it losts its battery Faith and hope in my heart knocked Lost family of mine in a home I can see.