Coming Home
Returning to the old house
Tasting the lush strawberries
Breathing the welcoming air
Coming home was never so sweet
Walking in the old garden
Feeling the dirt underfoot
Hearing the song of the birds
Coming home was never so sweet
Sitting on the old tire swing
Watching the clouds in the sky
Lying in the grassy fields
Coming home was never so sweet
Singing the old songs and rhymes
Tasting my mother’s baking
Remembering old stories
Coming home was never so sweet
Feeling as if I belong
Knowing my heart is here
Wishing I could stay always
Coming home was never so sweet