Life is a process during which one initially gets less and less dependent, independent, and then more and more dependent.
There was a time i used to look into my father’s eyes.
In a happy home i was a king, i had a golden throne.
Those days are gone, Now the memory’s on the wall.I hear the songs from the places where i was born…
At the end of the day, it isn’t where i came from. Maybe home is somewhere i’m going and never have been before.