Home..
everybody has one.
but not me.

sleeping on thier own bed,
while i sleep on the mattress.
seeing thier rooms covered with their own pictures,
while mine are still in the box.

home.
wheres my home?
so long i never say,
"i wana go home.."

theres no place i rather be,
then my own home.
i dont have my own bed to cuddle,
i dont have my own room to dance and sing.

dear God, please forgive me.
forgive all of my sins and my whole family too.
we may be stingy during the past.
but please, give us a second chance.... amin.