Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Home

The road is long and often winding,
Cool breeze of the night softly singing,
Southward bound swift and far,
Journey home under glittering stars,

Life abroad and its long labours,
Tiresome duties and bothersome favours,
Soon it is good to be home again,
To regain pieces of a life that's taken,

Through hills and passes as miles go by,
Happy thoughts grew as time would fly,
Landmarks i know the further i roam,
A mile behind means closer to home,

I know it's not so far away,
Where tired feet would soon take rest,
Home is where i belong best,
And home is where my soul would stay..

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