This Is My Home
Sometimes I walk at night all alone
He follows me home
He follows me home
Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and moans
I mimic his tone
Repeating his poem
Wraps up my hands and leads me to his throne
Forever we roam
Forever we roam
He tells me that one day, we'll share a soul
And now I know...
This is my home.
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