Wher I Belong

Where I Belong It’s a cold and rainy Friday night Driving home I see my development in sight The house is lit-up as I pull in To my face it bring a grin Quickly I climb the basement stairs And I see my son waiting there Hands held out for a hug And we cuddle for a while on the rug My wife soon comes and shares a kiss These are the things when your gone you miss She says, your home it’s time to relax As she helps take the coat off my back From the kitchen, dinner smells so good Peeks my curiosity like nothing else could I rest my tired bones on a chair Where a hot cup of coffee is waiting there Our dog jumps upon my lap And after a few stokes, takes a nap A quiet evening is shared by three My wife, my son, and me How I appreciate them, I hope they know I hope I never fail to let it show They are my life, my pride, and my love A precious gift from God above