Eman Awad - Home II

Feeling like a stranger in this place,
and home it is to me even though..
No one could tell a detail of my face,
and some even told me i should go.
I found no welcome or embracing arms,
and i felt like i never lived here before.
Those shops and that parking for cars,
that lane and when did this house has a door?
I used to play hide and seek with friends,
here in this park among those beautiful trees.
That's my old school but our story ends,
with the end of the day as we used to chase the bees.
Peoples' faces and the way they talk,
all are like new things to my eyes and ears.
Their hidden looks you feel them stalk,
all in you to fill you with fears and tears.
We aren't welcome here any more,
let's take our things and go away.
Not a good memory for our mind to store,
and not a good way to end the day.
Home as i knew today is,
where we find peace and love.
Home is a family to be with,
and dreams with you fly above.
And our wings got broken,
like our hearts when we returned.
No words were ever spoken,
and so our words got burned.
Home is a place for real,
a place you can touch and true.
Home is how i feel,
in your arms and with you...

Eman Awad

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