Long way before home, yet i still haven’t missed it.
The nomads on the road becoming your closest family. once you look to the sky, all looks the same, would it be like that back home? yet i still haven’t missed it.
Long road before home, i keep looking to the sky, hope still there, but not as much as i need before , time to play but made a plan, sky is my friend and moon become a hoop, Long way before home but yet I still haven’t missed it .
The sky is my friend and the moon become my home, another country another sky yet still the same, The nomads still the same, Hope still the same, but why i feel numb?
Long way before home, it’s time to go home.
Street no longer home, sky no longer friend, moon no longer hope...
I got to call it
Go home little princess
Frankfurt, August 4th, 2015
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