Honey I'M Home
I used to love hearing , honey I’m home
The passion in your cologne
The smile on your face, each moment
Each moment, you caught me square dancing or singing
I used to love hearing, honey I’m home
The smile on my face, each moment
Each moment, you made it home
Relaxing my soul
Putting in one good smile
I used to love hearing, honey I’m home
The laughter you stoned, into my soul
I used to love, hearing and feeling
I used to love waiting for your keys in the door
Now, I find myself crying and screaming
Yelling and thundering
For no more passion or musical notes
No more daisies or crown jewel
No more king at the door
Only a fantasy love was not a dream
When you came threw our door
When , honey I’m home, was you
Delilah Ventura
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