SEVEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT

There are stars above
I used to love them
Yet now they seem not bright
They are not the stars back at home
I closed the window and watched outside.
The mist slowly form through the coolness of the night
I missed home all this time
The pain of sadness, a melancholy days, tears sliding down my face.
I cried, covering my face with anything on my hand.
I wanted to be strong,
I pretend to be brave, taken aback stumble down and cry.
I can hear voices coming from the streets and vales but they lacked the melody
They are not the songs of the place
I used to roam
A foreign place, keep me missing HOME