The sun grew big
As my eyes rolled
Through a tiny glass pane
Over my broken window
My dreams , my sleep it lifted
On the clouds that floated
Above my head
As I followed the Temple 's road
On way back home
My papa taught
The fields grow fast
If you rain them right
Silver came shining
On my garden rose
Guiding my footsteps
As I dangled to it close
My mamma did sing
Songs of the gone
While the sleep
Caught me ,
Rubbing me in her arms
In light of the fireworks that
showed up years ago
Can someone find me
that home.
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