Home

Oh, I was walking,
along the old dusty road.
On my way to my home.

The place I remember as so joyful,
and a great place.
When I arrived to the struction,
I stopped suddenly my paces.

I was getting inside the place,
it was so abandoned.
No happy family,
no picture on the wall.
Not anything that I've remembered.

This is not my home,
cause if it was,
where are the magazines?
If it was,
where are the legend-books.

This is not my home,
cause if it was,
where is the smell?
If it was,
where is my mum and dad.

This is not my home,
cause if it was,
where is the door now?

This is not my home,
this is my house.