A world of million miles,
parted by barbed wire.
How many miles have I done?
To reach a place called home?
A world of million miles.
But there is no place
called home.
A home, that ecohes my untold stories.
A home, that oozes the smell
of the times I’ve lost.
A home, that asks me to stay.
A world of million miles.
And finally I’ve found home in your arms.