When I travel far away
Never fall asleep as in my smell pillow
When menues served in West cuisine
Never eat much as my wife cook
When I sail for fishing
Longing my family left behind
When the night fall
Never forget to dial for call
Every morning waking me up at dawn
My ears entertained by water fountain
While sip hot coffee, religious songs turn on
Say thanks, asking for blessing
Come to the night fall
Chatting and banging the noisy kids
Have the verses reading and prayer
Before fall in my smell pillow
It's the place I call home
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