Mi Casa (My Home)

Troubles bewitch us like Sirens,
Gives us false hope of Hercules strength.
I'm exhausted from all the fake glamour,
Let me just go back home.

Back to the place where you are,
The place which is Mi Casa.
My Alastor welcoming with open arms,
That place is no other than Mi casa.

You gave me the Wings of Icarus,
To fly not towards the sun but to you.
Half closed eyes, your presence embrace my shame,
That place where you are, that place is probably Mi Casa.

Like Achilles you're my heel,
Like Hermes you stole my heart.
It was more than the arrow of Cupid,
Mi casa, you bless my world.

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