Marta Popovici - Home Song

I always thought that we belong here

I always thought that things are how they’re meant to be.

I always thought that sunrise is a miracle in disguise

I always thought that prayers are love poems for the skies.

The light that fills the dawn

Brings back the soul into his home.

The flush in our cheeks when we face the unknown

Makes home jealous of the roads we roam.

Written by Marta Popovici

Artwork by Irina Șelaru