YOUR HEART IS MY HOME
From birth to my teen I was clothed and loved by my parents, their love was my home. I felt their love even to the highest rage above the cloud, have never felt a true love as that of my parents, it seems only in their heart we I live and grow old. Searching for a substitute who can replace my parents was a difficult one, years has gone bye, age is shrinking but my heart remains untouched. It's raining, my parents are not around, they went for a long journey holiday, now is raining with hails, thunder stone and storm, is so frightening been alone when it rains, their love was my shelter, their arms was my home, their words was a music to my heart, all this I miss in them, all these things I want again.. I don't want to search for a replacement, I seek for replacement because what am searching for, I may never find, but what I seek for might be granted, I wish to have a substitute who will fill their void in their absence, a heart I we call my home, a heart I we be safe...