If there’s a place I long to be
it’s you where I feel the liberty;
been to a journey near and far
yet my feet bring me to where you are.

Four corners, concrete pillars they’re my shield
protection against the blast of winds;
the glass windows make me see the beauty
of nature and people surrounding me.

Gateways to opportunities are your carved wood doors
delighted every time I grab and hold;
though the world may be in full chaos,
your roofs remind me to be calm, untroubled.

Panoramic were the places I’ve wandered
but there’s no doubt I wanted to go back
to the place where I grew up
our home, my family, my life.

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