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                25.03.2018
                Do not pity the dead. Pity the living.
                (J.K. Rowling)

I wish I would live at the city that nobody knows,
I wish it'd be placed anywhere in the planet of Earth,
I wish there lived different people of colours and kinds
Who danced in the moonlight and loved till the end of the times,

Whose heart never knew any anger, depression and grief,
Who smiled at each other enjoying the life that they live,
Whose children were running together while playing their game -
I wish it was real, but it'll never happen again.

Refrain:
When your soul is broken and longing for rest,
You see the door open and enter these ways,
You know it'll be cozy, so peaceful and safe,
But not every person is blessed with the same.
They don't need a mansion with sculptures, great walls and the lawn -
I wish they could have a place to call it a home,
But now they don't,
Now they don't.

I wish I could see happy faces and smiles in the street,
Green parks with a fountain and benches when someone could meet
To talk 'bout the nonsense, to laugh, to have fun and thank God -
I wish it would be my city, but now it's not.

Refrain:
When your soul is broken and longing for rest,
You see the door open and enter these ways,
You know it'll be cozy, so peaceful and safe,
But not every person is blessed with the same.
They don't need a mansion with sculptures, great walls and the lawn -
I wish they could have a place to call it a home,
But now they don't,
Now they don't.

When your soul is broken and longing for rest,
You see the door open and enter these ways,
You know it'll be cozy, so peaceful and safe,
But not every person is blessed with the same.
They don't need a mansion with sculptures, great walls and the lawn -
I wish they could have a place to call it a home,
Please, give them back home,
Give them home.

Please, give them back home,
Give them home.