Far

Far from home,

Is the name of a rock band,

But,

It is also how we feel,

Sometimes,

And we wonna go back home.

 

Far,

The way we feel,

When our loved ones,

Are indeed far,

Or when they are near,

But we can’t get to them,

For a reason,

Or no reason,

Maybe just a drift apart.

 

Far,

How sometimes,

We describe our goals and dreams,

When they indeed feel far,

And cannot even have a glimpse of them.

 

But at times we really,

Really wonna be far,

Far from problems,

Far from hurt,

Hate,

Death,

And pain.

 

Yes everything,

Has its good and bad,

Its light and darkness,

Its discomfort and comfort,

Its pain and gain.

 

 

 

 

 

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