Homesick
I long for my home when I’m away
But I’m determined to leave anyway
So I’m going to pack my bags and leave this town
I put on my make up and wear my crown.
I miss my bed now that I’m away
Knowing that I won’t be home till Sunday
So I searched for a few pieces of stationery
For only through words I find sanctuary.
My plane will leave at seven
In that foreign land blessings are given
I really want to stay
But it’s better to go anyway.
I will surely cry now that I’m away
But I know I don’t have to leave someday
So while that sun is out I’ll make hay
I’ll do anything no matter what they say
So worry about me no more
For I am in the good graces of the future.
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