Home
Home
Must've felt nice
Back home
With so much to be happy for.
Dressed in a tie
Your mother tied
Before the clock struck 7:44.
The whispers in the bus,
The old janitor humming
And the cries of a four year old.
Your perfect little umbrella
As you walk the roads
You've been down before.
The lunchboxes at 12:45
With a lot of hands
For one sour jam roll.
Your stories colored
Rainbow lights, and the truth is what
You naturally escaped from.
You run back home
Crossing the town's life
Swinging back to our mother's arms.
She listens till you sleep
And land away from
The wars she fights all alone.
Your father coming home
From work and you can't wait
To see what today he brought home.
You run around town
Your eyes matching the
Blue sky- still lit and untorn as of now.
It's your favorite thing to
Get lost in the light and not know
The world outside the front door.
Your perfect kiss goodbyes
To Mr. bunny who lives on the rack
By your room's door.
Your little games
With friends who know
No words but forevermore.
When you are young
You cant wait to be old
But honey you don't stay young forevermore.
And so believe you me
You'll hurt as you go, you'll hurt more
Than I can write in one song.
And the thorns will come your way
And the winters will
Be colder than they used to be before.
You'll rebel and then go quiet
Cause gravity won't let your
Heart rebel door to door.
You'll love and she might not
And your heart will break
And you'll go like this till twenty four.
You'll lose the ones you love
And miss them till you
Forget to count till four.
You will fall into deep mazes
And would be deep down
Crying laid on a bathroom floor.
And those people will leave,
The ones who wrote and
Sang along to 'our favorite songs'.
But there'll be new ones
Through the autumn days
And long desert hours.
Everytime and everyday
You will ask if what stayed
Is even yours anymore?
There will be long nights
Where you won't know
Who you are anymore.
The man in the mirror
Would be a facade
A facade to a broken soul.
You'll miss your family home
And there'd be a lot of unanswered
Calls on your phone.
Your skies will go dark and torn
And Mr. bunny would be
A memory long gone.
You'd break, shatter and crack
Till you don't know
What it feels to broken, anymore.
And if luck will have it, you will
You will make a family
That shall once again bring back a Home.
But you'll forever miss at night
The one door you can't
Open any more.
And then you'll cry cause you'll fail
To bring back home
The one home your heart knows
And shall forever long for.