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I Am Home

Home isthe warmth in his eyes
im drowning
im loving it
i look away and my sould cries
cries in pain
cries in vain

so i stay here paralyzed
paralyzed with his touch
paralyzed in a transe and such

I can feel my heart rise
rise as i lose my balance, my feet
he strokes my hair and my every essense flies
so high that it's surreal, i can't believe it's real

the window to his soul, his clutches make my body roll
each move he makes is a surprise, im paralyzed

with him in his being
with him in his eyes
I am home
I am home