I like to feel it again
When you will take me home
And I will gaze thru the window as we wheel-on
For as far as we journey forward
Trees will journey behind us
I like to think it again
When you will take me home
Mama will be so happy
When we flock round her chair
Amidst cold tales on dry sand
That moment calls again
When you will take me home
As happy as I would be
I must wear not a loud smile
Lest, my lips’ carved with dry lines
And I shall wait for it again
When you will take me home
To pine for it afresh
The beautiful cold 24th night
Reeling out memories
To last another 365
Just can’t wait further again
When you will take me home
But I shall cry for one loss and another
For I will behold their presence no more
They were part of the stories past
Now resting in forever beyond
But I shall have it all again
When you have taken me home
To that abode of love
Call it family
Where we share in the laughter
Till the end of the story
Until I’m home again..
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