There is no other place that is better than home,
so come back, since this place is for soul.
In the waves of unsure, in the times of dispair
Come experience a rare and magical gift.
Home is made from your freckles, from the brown-eyed rattles,
And the games that you play till the prince falls asleep.
Home now calls me a sweetheart and makes breakfast, at midnight safe and sound in my arms like a child.
I return from a battle, still I feel just a subtle
But familiar smell of your skin.
It is funny how easy and... scarry for us to begin.
Now it's time before sunrise I see sense in the lifetimes
That we'd got through before the collide.
The collide of two planets, it is us who make plans and
My love, we've created a world.
My love, we created a world
© Copyright: Ана Акимова, 2019
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