In distant lands, I walk each day,
Thoughts of home don’t fade to grey.
Within my mind, they can be found—
Familiar sights, a welcome sound.
Walking down the lane, a gentle breeze,
The fields of youth, their timeless trees.
Each step I take, with each new day,
I long for home; it leads the way.
Sitting on my childhood chair,
Echoes of laughter fill the air.
Some are with us, some are gone—
Darkness fades as love is shone.
Time moves on, yet I’ll return
To where my heart’s true embers burn.
Until that day, I’ll live and fight,
With thoughts of home that shine so bright.
For home is not four walls and a roof,
But where you love from early youth.
I think of home with every day—
It’s made me strong in every way.
Like a moth to flame, I will return,
Until that day, I’ll always yearn.
There’s no place else I’d rather roam
Than the one true place I call home.
