Homeless Home

Where is my home?
My home is in my heart,
But it's coffined for so long.

Oh my home!
The forlorn sucks my blood,
And dragged me into hell.

A home I dreamed,
Dreamed a luscious dream,
Where my death shall be pledged.

I vowed to thee,
Ye shall be the breath;
That I'm breathing for a bright side.

The cold wind blows;
From the peak of Himalayas,
And it gently slapped in my face.

It tells the story,
The story that's buried,
Underneath the true existence.

My home is my freedom,
It's not utterly a seldom,
But a root of one's belonging.

My greediness and desire,
My faith and hope,
Is all about you.