Coming Back Home

Yeah, you are coming back home.

How long did you roam?

I missed your face.

You disappeared; I stared into empty space.

I waited long

And I know that it's wrong. 

But how am I to keep at bay,

When I've longed to see you all day?

You are unaware

Of how much I care.

But I leave it to God 

(Although He needs a prod)

To show it to you,

To give you a clue,

And make you known

That the chances you've blown

Are back again.

But you are coming back home

And I am grateful for that;

For thirteen days waiting that I sat,

Finally come to an end.