And then if I cry
collect them in your jar
For, my teardrops tell
a story.
That I believe you understand.
And if there is
empty space in my heart
Fill that void
with your voice.
For, all are left with me is you.
And your beauty lies
in what words you recite.
And if today
I am heading back home
Stop me, for there is
no one who would.
And all I have is you.
You are the home
I belong to.
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