Nothing like Nostalgia, i guess. and where does Nostalgia stem from? The memories? all the happy days? i guess there's something even more loyal........ read on.....
Home
I have returned, yes, I have returned
From the shadows that had bound me
And I see that things have changed, but still
They remain like the ones around me
My home guarded by dust and dirt
A broken window, signs of theft
A worn out door, without the knob
Yet, it is the home that I had left
The grandfather clock, its still there
Where I'd left it alone to rot
It's the hour when I had walked away
The hands move, but time does not
The dusty basin, with a leaky tap
Or are those falling drops, tears?
Is someone crying in this wreck?
Cryin for all the lonely years
After decades of silence, there's noise
The nostalgic voice of prolonged agony
Its home not because it has memories but
It's the only one who was waiting for me
