Places We Belong

There are some good places,
we feel like we own them
but when we get lost, and drives to that places,
We feel strange for some reasons.

Time is not always same,
we fight the circumstances and flow with the choice,
But there is always a good place, we want to hold forever.

I don't know the ways,
where the road goes.
The only thing that matters for me
is the magic I feel passing the days.

Keeping my eyes open and wide,
I try to embrace whatever I go through,
taken by the sky, towards a radiant side.

Where the mirror don't lie,
all the face shows true colour,
With no mask and shade,
our souls proudly defy.

Some places can't be left,
because it defines us in the other way,
it's maybe home or the ground of the lawn,
maybe in the east or west.

There are some good places,
we belongs to,
full of the people we love,
who pampers us in our bad times, and laugh with us in the good times.

Whenever I want to hide and cry,
I want to be at my place,
Whenever I want to shout and dance,
I want to at my place,
It's my best place, where I found my best self.

It's where we all grow,
in all the phases of life,
it finds us wherever we go.

Even if there is no good place,
I'll make a better place for myself.