We Want To Go Home
We have no time to stop and stare.
This pandemic is everywhere.
Our lives are put on hold
as we wait for a cure to unfold.
We sit on the balcony every day
in the sun we hope and pray.
The Maltese Charm is long and gone
we pray to be back to where we belong.
To start the last chapter in our home
with family nearby and not alone.
Happiness and health are all we seek
with a trip to Wetherspoons once a week.
Rita needs to be loved at last
and forget about all that's gone in the past.
Mothers love their children every day
regardless of their faults come what may.
To be back home to the ones we love
is all we ask of the Lord above.
As Christmas is growing near
all we ask is get us out of here!
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