Going Home

Going home is a lonely travel and long

You think you're there after

all these years

And your feet feel sore

You see no more why



You're always looking for roads

to  take you to home

You change your make up and 

buy new shoes thinking;

almost there

Yes, almost there

Still, still



Far away but not farther

than a forgotten thought

Looking back is like strange imaginations

You are there, you are there



You traveled far and you traveled hard

for so long

Through changing seasons not

knowing you

carried all along

The home that's you own

Now know



Far away, but not farther than

a forgotten thought

Looking back is like strange imaginations

You are there, you are there