The heart of a child has no qualms over life it sees
you dream to grow up and become a fairy of the neverland
to be a superhero painted in vibrant colours.
your home is your playground
it lies within your camaraderie, and differs in all colours
your home was laying on your father's lap
and in between your mother's arms
Smothered in sweet words
A caressing hand that flows through your hair
blissful sleep that brings you
to the lands of horses galloping in sunset meadows
Amidst mountains filled with sunflowers and its shadows
your home is beneath all that you know
one day you wake up to grow more
you will be bathed in a colour that will turn into ashes
the hands distance themselves from the touch you crave
but there will be others that will pry for more than what is allowed
your home will turn non-existent
and you will start losing your sense of belonging
you realize there is no home anymore.
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