(WHAT AM I SEARCHING FOR)
I don't remember the last time,
that I cared about something,
it seems so vague,
the memories that I have.
I feel like I am living,
But then again why I have no feeling?
With every single day that passes,
It feels like I am letting the days pass by.
My life seems to be just moving,
And then I remember something,
That strangest feeling that I am missing,
I think I have found my answer,
It is home that I am longing for.
It has been too long,
Too many years gone by,
Without being there by my mom's side,
Or seeing my dad's face.
Now I know what I am missing,
It is home that I am longing to go.
Created: Apr 11, 2014Anisa_Bhutia Document Media