My Home
My home is a pair of warm loving arms
That protect me from all the world's harms.
My home is a gentle and strong hand
That leads me through this barren land.
My home is a pair of deep soulful eyes
That help me see through bitterness and lies.
My home is a million miles away
And I long for its' warmth every day.
So I wait in this bitterly cold place
Aching for the tender embrace,
Waiting for the Sun to finally dawn,
Waiting to be taken into the warm.
