we look for other delicious food,
we sit and lay in the nicest room,
Nothings more special than home.
No glitter paints when sun glows,
No fancy tiles and colorful floors,
Nothings more fancy on our home.
where we can talk and walk fine,
Relax and no worries more or less,
and all the things perfectly divine.
it cuddles our soul of perfection,
into pure life and mystical graces,
Home we can’t find in other places.