Home

when the scent of the breeze
through the evergreen trees
and the pines drifts serene from the wood
and my memory cast
on my friends from the past
and the places their houses still stood
the streetlights and specters
that tell me that i am home

When I wake to the bellows
of the jays and the sparrows
as they fight o'er the seed spilled in the grass
I walk through the dew
let it soak through my shoes
and i watch as the clouds slowly pass
These gentle reminders
that tell me that I am home

and though the building may fall
and all the mem'ries therewithal
can't take away
the rest that these walls once gave

when the moon rises high
in the winter night sky
and the light's shining bright on the snow
we'll huddle in tight
as the fire burns bright
in the warmth of the embers' red glow.
familiar comforts
that tell me that I am home

then I fall asleep
to the slow metered creek
of the crickets and weather worn walls
and when I awake
to the sparrows and jays
and the shadows of midday grow small
the rest of the weary
that tells me that I am home

and though the building may fall
and all the mem'ries therewithal
can't take away
the rest that these walls once gave

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