That corner of my home which knows all my secrets,
Where I’ve cried rivers, where I’ve celebrated.
That corner knows everything from dusk to dawn,
Things I did right and things that have gone wrong.
That corner knows my victory, that corner knows when I failed.
That corner sometimes bores me, that same corner entertains.
That corner knows my weak points, that corner knows my strengths,
That corner knows when I fell, and when I rose again.
That corner knows when I scribbled down my feelings, that corner knows when I kept it inside.
That corner knows my craziness and my crazy life.
That corner is my favorite place, that corner feels like home.
That corner is the place where I don’t feel alone.