There is a quiet room inside of me. Where I kept the thought of you so alive. In all of my phases that’s the only place where my soul would rather be. And that’s where I bring my dead roses back to life. In that room, there is nothing to hear But a love song of free birds. In that room there is nothing to feel But their flipping wings flying through my chest. For this room has always been the peace that never fails to end my wars. And it will always be the reason why I’ve never looked for home in others, as long as the warmest and safest home is there ; Inside of me ….