There Is a House Within a Soul
The fragnant of the sea is rustling
The fishes hide
Behind the corals
Hiding away from the gray
Every part in this life
Have the own stories
Maybe visible
Sometimes, they're invisible
Singing every single day
To burning a boring day
Sending a rose every sunday
Hope it can be a good day
I never go back to home
Once in a while
My mom says, "Come here.."
I never come over to her
I'm always at home
Wherever and whenever
I'm always at home
'cause in my soul, I have a house
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