Home sweet home
Wake me in the morning
long before the sun;
I swear I will be here
when the day is done.
Might be open spaces
under distant skies,
They’ll be changing colors, too,
with another morning’s rise.
I been across this whole land,
sometimes more than twice;
Even though it was in my dreams
it looked so very nice.
Still I have been grounded,
I got no need to roam,
And lucky are the people
who find their forever home.
As changes come and go,
while mountains drift to sea,
There will be some standing there
crying out that they been freed.
Footprints on the shoreline
been washed away by rain,
Those once on the mountain now
know the meaning of their pain.
Some call it a resting place,
this little piece of ground;
They speak soft “you’re lost to us”
but I believe we been found.
Words fade slow on tombstones
as the years pass us by,
Soon everyone comes to know
that home sweet home can’t be denied.
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