When heart calls
Once we were like a tumbleweeds
we go where the wind wished us
And home is just a memory of a
place where we both grew,
But I don’t think that we can get along
with life without a moment that we
never think about home,
Though we have our own to keep.
Someday we will meet again on the
same crossroad where we both depart,
When our heart called us home.