My home
There's a place I call home,
but it isnt really a place
it is a feeling, my state of my mind
it is a memory of some kind
it is the corners where we met
the golden trees in a cold sunset
it is the smell of the autumn rain
it is the walks I walked...
but it isnt really a place
it is a feeling, my state of my mind
it is a memory of some kind
it is the corners where we met
the golden trees in a cold sunset
it is the smell of the autumn rain
it is the walks I walked...