i love living in my house, love my family, my neighbours, and all.. but what is the place called “home”? is it where we are living now with all that family and all? or was it just a house? or a living place even it’s just a small box?

and what about “no place like home”? what is the meaning?

i love to be in my house, but most of the time, i was bored.. games, computers, books, foods, that’s all.. while outside, i have friends, teh tarik, girls (hehe), and i have a freedom outside.. so why they say no place like home? was it too nice to be at home? or maybe their lifestyle make them feel so good to be home compare to other places?

well i just wonder.. dont blame me ya

there’s a place
where i saw a woman
she was in red
talkin to me
but in a blurry face,
i smile
and she smilled at me, too
a kiss..
a hug..
she loves me
so much, i know

there’s a place
people tought me how to walk
and i questioned myself
“do i need to learn this?”
till the day after
i saw a girl
calling me
offering me something
i know i want it
regardless of what it was..
then i know
i need to walk

yes, i have to walk
and they
the woman and the girl
tought me without fail..
till i can stand
walking on my own
sounds like i dont know how to walk,
yet it’s true..
cause i was only 1 year old

there’s a place,
trust me you will love it so much
thank you mom,
no matter where you are,
we’ll still be together
in the place we always called
home..
i love you
for ever now and then..

and there is still a place
where i’ll meet you again my sist..
i love you too
but i cant see you here
in our lovely home
cause there’s a place prepared for us
which called heaven
god bless you

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