Home

That place I’ve always known, home

That light that’s always shone, home

That place that I had grown, home

That life that I had owned, home.

And though those years have gone on by,

and those old bricks are all worn down.

Though the trees are all dead and dying,

and the spark’s gone out of that town.

Even though I’ve moved on since then,

and it’s been years since that nest I’ve flown.

I’ve never forgotten that place I’d been,

that little place I’d called home.