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Memory of the dead had disappeared.
I do not remember why my brother went away.
I want to reach back home.
Home is the same way, but people have changed.
Home town walk again.
I still remember how his brother played in the streets.
Where could he go on that night?
More can not remember what happened.
Where could he go?
Who irritate him?
I did not do anything wrong.
Do you hear me yet, my brother?
Come back home.
We will miss you.
Now I stand alone at the garden gate.
Father looks at the threshold of the door, accusing me.
My brother, please come home ...
Wherever you are.
- by Storm Racer |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/11/2009 |
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- Title: Tears as memories.
- Artist: Storm Racer
- Description: Whether there is someone who miss their brother or relative?
- Date: 08/11/2009
- Tags: tears memories
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