I always had a home, with
no walls, no windows,
I always had a home, with
no rooms, no doors,
I always had a home I ran
to, to talk, laugh and cry,
I always had a home which
swarmed me with its love, tried me with its dreams,
I always had a home only
with mirrors of mighty days & shadowing nights
I always had a home which
told me to leave for the journey called life
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