Going Back Home

Going Back Home

When I awoke this morning, I felt so all alone,
Something inside of me kept urging, go home, go home,
I traveled very far and in my heart did so want to see,
The home where I had lived, and every flower and every tree.

The house is gone now; someone has torn it down,
There’s still a tree here and there, but mostly they’ve been cut down.
Couldn’t they build a house of stone and use steel for beams?
Couldn’t leave alone the beauty of the trees it seems.

I lived there as a child with my siblings, grandma, my mother and dad,
Lots of joy in that home, we were all, most always glad,
Visiting friends at Christmas time and all through the year,
My heart was pounding, as I remembered with more than just a tear.

Mother, daddy and grandma are all gone now and I’m so glad they can’t see,
The waste of tearing down our home, and hewing every tree,
But there was a wonder there still; I could feel their presence there,
And I knew it didn’t matter, as I talked to God in prayer.

Younger ones have to live their way, even though I may not agree,
Our days have come and nearly gone, mom, dad and grandma, we’ll one day see,
I just keep in my memory all the Holidays, days of love and cheer,
Who knows? Maybe there’ll be a forest of trees when I come another year.

Maybe I’ll come at Christmas time, when the pines standing tall,
Glistening snow upon the ground, as on some friend I’ll come to call,
Maybe there’ll be holly and red berries, strewn across the place that was home,
And the New Forest, God will give the reindeer a place to roam.

~ Wildfern ~

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