Wednesday, April 11, 2012

I am coming home by Ayesha Sartawi



Take my hand
and I will close my eyes
guide me home
and as a child 
I will eagerly fantasize

Its been along time since I've been home
and I hope I am nearly there
no matter how far you are, they say
home knows no race, no distance
home is fair

home is at the end of war
home is in the peacfull sun
home is in the mornings breeze
home is where it all began

they say, even if you run away
home can still find you
they say you cant have it all
but occasionaly you deserve do 

home is in a Child's laughter
home is in a lover's arms
home is in a new chapter
home is where you make it yours.

No comments: