When i think of home. I think of a place, where theres love overflowing. I wish, i was home. I wish I was back there with the things Ive been knowing.. Wind that make the tall grass bend into leaning and suddenly raindrops that fall have some meaning. Sprinklin the scene. Makes it all clean...WHEN I THINK OF HOME....Maybe there is chance for me to go back. Now that i have some direction (maybe theres a chance ill get home) It sure would be nice back at home. Where theres love and affection..Just maybe i can convince time to slow up. Given me enough time, in my life to grow up.. Time be my friend and let me start over again...Suddenly my worlds gone and changed its fate and i still know where im going. Now, I have had my mind spun around in space and watched it growing.....And OH! If your listening GOD. Please dont make it hard to know, if we should believe in the things that we see.. Tell us should we try and stay or should we run away or will it be better just to let things, let them be..............Stephanie Mills..Home..... This is dedicated to all of whom thats traveling home for the holidays. Theres no greater love then family.. Be safe and enjoy
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 20:04:18 +0000
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