There is a home-still,
lonely and quite,
no laugh or cry heard,
only left flocks of birds around.
There is a home-still
there were owners,
chilled their offspring with inspiration,
Home sweet home.
Still- there is a home,
shabby and silent day by day,
waiting for the offspring
to cheer the house again.
Still- there is a home,
live a girl with her memory,
standing in front of the window,
with new view...view without its owner.
Still- there is a home,
waiting them to come and gather,
with joy, love and laugh,
even the world falls apart,
there always lie a memory...
of owner, their offspring and the home.
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