My broken heart was once strewn as pieces on the floor
I thought I can’t mend them anymore,
I woke up one morning and realized I was alone
I turned around and saw empty spaces in clone
Among a whole lot of strangers - friends and relatives
Vague, all that I wanted was to go home!
Home is where the heart is
When the heart was in pieces, where the home is?
With time just had to realize empty spaces are fun too
They can make good friends too
Empty walls, and empty floors, I moved in
With my luggage- my body, some memories
Now those walls don’t fail to make me smile
For I know, pebbles and strangers do no good