A PLACE CALLED “HOME”

Back then I was so sure, that I was totally born as a free man.
I dreamed to live as a wild animal.
"Running around, playing, and have some fun".
"The earth is my bed, the sky is my roof".
I had no reason to stay.

Soon I realized that, all I was doing was running away from my life.
Coz I didnt get the idea, I never realized.
That even a wild animal have their endurance limit.
That they surely need a place to stay.
And juz can’t deny.
That there’s a place called “home”.

And juz can’t deny.
Though it means cry many times.
But… I learn the meaning of joy and happiness.
Though it feels sweaty and hot inside.
But… It’s the place to cool off my mind.
Though it spaced me and looks like a narrow dark area.
But… In this tiny little cage… I’ve learned how to fly… and not for once.

And juz can’t deny.
I will always back to a place called “home”.
I have to!
I must!
Coz it’s a place called “home”.
The place where I am belong.

The place I found love.
The love untill the end of my journey.
And juz can’t deny.
I live a life in a place called “home”.

27 April 2005, 3.15 PM