Rain on glass
Pain that lasts
Years move slow
Memories fast
Heart won\'t hide
Though miles divide
I chase the past
It slips
It glides
Creek and pine
Old porch signs
Home still lives
Between the lines
Mama\'s voice
A gentle choice
Calling my name
Through all the noise
Children\'s grins
Where love begins
I lose some days
But hope still wins
Far away
Through night and day
I count the roads
I count the gray
Room to room
There\'s quiet gloom
Without my roots
The flowers bloom
No
They bend
They ache
They pretend
They wait and pray
For roads to end
Home is more
Than wood and door
It\'s who you miss
It\'s who you\'re for
So I roam
Yet always know
No matter where
The winds may blow
No matter how
The rivers foam
My soul still rhymes
With missing home