Sunday, December 19, 2004

I'm here, finally. I periodically come back, drawn maybe more by memories of peace and happiness than by reality, looking for a strange sort of redemption. This time there has been less aggression (on all sides)

Each time, I return a little older and a little wiser, a little more taught in the ways (and perils) of the world, a little more mature (or at least I'd like to think so). I always find my parents a little older, still bickering endlessly, and always happy to see me. At least at the beginning, haha.

I'm much calmer than I was a year ago; I've grown more patient, less anxious, a little more confident. I'm not so much preparing to take on the world anymore. I'm more concretely devising my plan to change it. Welcome home.

When I think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing

Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again

Suddenly my world has changed it's face
But I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet I've watched it growing

If you're list'ning God
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?

Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real to me

And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me

Like home...

(Charlie Smalls)


Post a Comment

<< Home