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Here I stay awake wishing I was somewhere else,

Waiting to open my eyes to the morning bells,

The sunshine so bright I wanna cry,

The night so cold making my skin dry,

Is this a curse or a boon?

Praying that I go back home soon..

Life is a struggle we can fight,

Keeping our faith and beliefs tight,

Yes I know why I am so far,

It is like looking at a shooting star,

And hoping my wish comes true,

Staring at the silent moon,

Praying that I go back home soon..

Happiness and laughter are emotions so clear,

Still I express the most is fear,

Why does everything seem so hard?

Excruciating is the pain of staying apart,

Love is here but is not the same,

All alone here with no one to blame,

Is this a curse or a boon?

Praying that I go back home soon..

I learn a lot as time flies by

Still there is that urge in me to try,

To want something that is harder to get,

To remember something that is hard to forget,

Will the world be with me?

Help me choose and help me see,

Hence I wish I could go home..

The place where I belong…