Where's home really?

Call me a family.

Who knew small touch could mean something so good.

Who knew so small of fight and effect of great height.





It's get complicated over years,

too little too late, shouldn't you fear.

Don't rush be patient,

don't stop keep seeking.

I could you, you got me and what not

you feel me,i feel you and still unknown

i think you know, you know i think, who'll talk

Friends are family now, family's an enemy

Friends last longer but can't stay long enough

Family stay forever but we just don't feel them





Keep the blame to self, try and vibe with people who really knows you , who really cares if you still dead, actually thinks of you , dedicates a part of time as discussion, warns you of the coming danger, knows you could feel wrong and loves you forever and forgives you always





Home is where family lies,

where memory lives,

where magic happens with love.





|Home ain't just a place, its nostalgia.|













GAZANANDA

Homecoming, but where were you.Lost somewhere within you, aren't you?How could you decide which one's your house,how could you believe you could defeat thought of others.You can't even close you ears,have you tried listening to sounds, some dedicated to you.