In A Tent By Myself

A pretty tent on a hill or in an uneven field I chose a lot for my tent to be my house, It was not my choice to be in my new house, but My fate that led me into this hard life, I heard about the tent one day from different people Who experienced this new life in a tent, The tent is the symbol of a different life on earth And the symbol of displacement and refuge, It's not a shame to be in a tent on a seaside, on a Hill, and in an isolated place enjoying life and nature, Hard time and bad circumstances lead the bird to a safe Haven or a refuge out of its will and more, Away from anything or anyone, away from dreams or visions, And away from friends or pretty relatives, Life is hard in a tent and it's like you're pressed in a bottle Without a cork and you might flown out of it anytime, and Your tent will be your house and your pretty kingdom that Will remain until one feels that he is no longer on earth.