Come Home, Come Home

Come home, come home,
Its time to see
You haven’t lost all that you had;
There is a place that’s warm and safe,
The food is good, the bed not bad,
Come home, come home
To me

Come home, come home,
There’s time to rest,
And take wet shoes from off your feet;
There is a place that’s safe and warm,
The minutes slow, the hours sweet,
Come home, come home
And rest

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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