Wintry hours

The nights are getting shorter
I don’t know where they go
And I am getting older
And it’s starting to show

And ever since I left my mother
It’s much harder to know
How to make my own life here
How to make my own home

I don’t want to wake up lonely
I don’t want to just be fine
I don’t want to keep on hoping
Forget what I have in mind

I remember the time when a kiss on the hand was enough
Cause we knew we were free
And we knew what it meant to be loved

But ever since I left my father
It’s much harder to know
How to live my own life here
When all I need is home

[…] As faces start to fade
They’re slipping through my hands
It’s where my heart was made
And my feet will always land

Broods ( Mother & Father)

 

 

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