I seem to die slowly when I�m not sheltered by the refuge of my home When my tears that fall like the rain are allowed to hurt me by chilling my soul I�m blind when I don�t see that warm glow of lamplight that shines through the windows of my home. In blind desperation, I seek out my familiar place I twist and I turn and I ache When I don�t lie on the plush cushions of my home I cry as I lie on the rocks of the wilderness As I yearn for the comfort of my dear haven � my sweet abode.
I love my home � I�d happily reside therein forever And relish it�s scents and sounds and it�s familiar treasures. I tremble at the road�s end, at that moment when my home first comes into sight I want to run to my dwelling, but I fight the impulse I force myself to walk, delaying the impact of the pleasure As I draw closer My heart races ahead To the comfort of being within the walls of my home.
>While I was away I had searched for home Tears seared my heart as I knew dire cravings for that place that made me whole Now I have returned And I have rejoined the part of my spirit I had left behind I pray I will never let go of what I have found again I am at peace now My restless spirit is soothed.
I came to him, flowed into his arms Love unspoken waded through the tumble of emotions we felt and came to the fore Why did I leave knowing we�d grieve so much without each other? �I�m back now, forever�� I feel life ebb into me again I have found him � at last. At last - I have come home.
