My Home

Where is me?
Me is hidden there
Under the soul of my room inside the damaged past...

Where's that happiness?
It's can't see?
Between the days of your childhood..
When your streets were clean, safe and good..

Between your fathers your Baghdad home...
Between the stories that mom had make as a beautiful series...

There was the first love, first existence and first worries..
I can't find me here..would you help?
Im looking, trying to help but no love..
You can't find a hourse with no hoof..
We find love in our home grooves
We cant find it anywhere after we leave..
It was there like a dream long last...
Like a garden with trees grew so fast..
Only there you can find you..
Now you should be here just a beautiful qast..

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