My home

You are the place 

Where I belong to , 

The place which 

I can call my home 

the place where I’ll get back 

every night , 

Carrying sorrow in my tote bag 

and will keep the bag inside you 

As if you’ll unpack all my sorrow and grief 

And you’ll stich the bag 

with threads of happiness and love for me to carry it throughout my life 

You are the home to my gypsy soul