Coming Home
Although my mind still counts the days,
My heart’s already there with you,
And has been ever since I stayed,
When we were young and love was new
I dream about the months ahead,
When I can feel your warm embrace;
When I can wake up in our bed,
And turn my head to see your face
I think about the bond we have,
And wonder how our love will grow—
If I will ever be a dad,
And help to build a loving home
I think about the tears we’ll shed,
And all the laughter that we’ll share,
When I come home throughout the years,
And always find you waiting there.
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