if my life is not belong to be wasted like the old remains of ancient church
I like to give life something that can’t be erased like that ol’ memories of the blessed Diablo
If my past are awaken, if my future is getting buried
The present shall be an honor for me to say what is unsaid even that blank stare of the old ghost still haunts my breakfast
My life after all this long is just some cryptic song about a home
a home that never built but never gone
Somewhere between what I want and what I believe
there its share it’s presence
an aura that will comfort me the way childhood did
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