Home People might not believe it But it was 6 of us in a "room" I cannot sit on my bed Else my head will hit the roof As a kid I was already helping my parents to sell drinks and food Though we were not rich We can only afford to buy a cake during our birthday We have to squeeze 5 person in a motorbike Life back then was happy and simple When we all grew up Each of us has our own goal in life We seldom meet together to have dinner We no longer sit in 1 car We have arguments over things in life We have misunderstanding because lack of trust But we are still a family Like a bird that is flying for too long And getting a bit tired and weary I was out there for too long And forgotten about the home I grew up Not the small little hut nor the bricks wall But the presense of my parents who gave me warmth There's a place I call HOME Home is where my memories started It's where I learn to walk and talk Home is where I go when there's no other places I can go Home is where I go when there's no other places I can go
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