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a little prayer |
| A home Dear loving parents, I ask for a home, Not a building that looks like one, But real home like that one, A house full of love and peace, A place where I see my parents in one peace A building of care and concern, A coach of laughter and smiles, A window where I can see my tomorrow, A table which is easy to reach, A bed of warmth and harmony, A place where I feel I belong, Not this beautiful place, Which looks like a palace? Full of toys and valuable things, One of don’t touch that or this, A place which does not match, Dad or mum I can’t touch, Always on a rush, Finding and building my tomorrow, My today my home they throw, I can’t see my tomorrow through the window though, A home of little laughter and many craw, Is this a place I can grow? A place I call home and show? To me is just a building so shallow, A lot of rules and complication to swallow, Not a peaceful loving place like a home, It is more of a comb, That touches the hair once or twice, But it is not always there, Rather very rare. |