Everyone has a special place in his heart called Home
Where do you call yours on this Earth ?
An airspace in the sky, a small plot of precious land
A palace, an attap hut, or a cottage in the windy plains
We are but specks of dirt
Our life, a mere microsecond in the evolution of this planet
Why do we fight so hard for this land ?
This sunny,windy, humid island in the middle of the seas
Because Home is where my heart is and that is where
My place shall be
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