I Am Going Home
I’m looking for my home
That’s where I wanna be
It’s not a place that I own
Nor that I can even see
Home is where I’ve never been
But I know that it’s there
Something tells me from within
It’s not a place around here
In any house that I may live
It’s never really home for me
Just a storage room and a bed
And a place for my company
I’m getting closer to my home
I can feel it in every day
I guess I should’ve known
This life vacation wouldn’t stay
When I finally get home
My days will be filled with time
From the past my thoughts have grown
Deep within my mind
At home there will be peace
And never will I need
For the wanting will soon cease
Without a thought of greed
Yes, I’m going home
I know the time is here
Should I have to go alone
I will certainly find myself there!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Copyright © Florence Mcmillian | Year Posted 2011
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