As the wind rush to my face
The sun sets in the west
While the full moon shines in the east.
I yearn to be home the soonest
To be in the fold of my love dearest
The ride seems slow and a bit tiring
The desire to be home is ever wanting.
The light and darkness collide
Along with our pace in stride
The thought of you waiting for me
Is a great consolation there could ever be.
It's just a matter of time, they say
Where home will be an arm's reach away
The excitement keeps my spirit alive
Hoping that everything will jive.
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