Sunday, May 12, 2013


Glad to see the same old scenes
And the little house that means.
Memories of yesterday deep within,
Find its way to a new beginning.

Yes, it was nice to be away.
Plenty of new things to do and see,
But the old place seems to me
Just about the proper place to be.

Now the dance is over and when
the music dies down, and I realize
that I can't trade the world

for the feel of home.

I missed the warmth
and everything and everyone.
Everybody who pushed me to be
to everything I could ever hope to b

It's glad to be back,
to the only place,
Where my heart truly belongs.

It's glad to be.. Home.

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