built with bricks of dreams. Right by the stream of hope, under the tree of life, in a land where love is lost and faith is found Where you and I still meet under the pretense, that life and death could never separate us... As long as our souls meet us under the moonlit sky. Night is a home where lives an old bald man away from the cacophony of life. He's a loner who's fond of stars that he has planted in his garden called sky. Collab with Democrats & Dissenters and share your thoughts on #nightisahome
