"When I think of home, I think of a place, where there's, love overflowing...."

When I think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing

Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again

Suddenly my world has changed it's face
But I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet I've watched it growing

If you're list'ning God
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?

Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real to me

And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me

Like home...

Saw my grandparents this weekend and that always makes me happy. Considering I'm the first grandchild I'm super spoiled by them and I love it. They are in the process of moving to Indiana from Cleveland because with the economy being the way that it is as far as job availability, Cleveland is a ghost town. So the house that I have always claimed to be my own, being an army brat and all; never having a distinct location to call "home", is being sold. The place where my heart is and will always be is soon to be no more. Up until this point I've been okay thinking about it but I can't deny the fact that I'm bummed by it. I can't even imagine anyone else living there. And when I go back home to visit my godparents and friends I can't stop by grandma's house up the street. It's crazy! But on the bright side I am happy that my grandparents are leaving Cleveland for better opportunities and I do look forward to the new home. (My grandma said she's going to make sure I have my own room:]) So after searching through my notebooks I found a piece that reminds me of home.....

Going Back

Sandcastles
never ending dreams
monsters in the closet
things aren’t always what they seem.
Naps a fatal punishment
forever afraid of the dark.
Falling from my bike
here inscribed this mark.
Popsicles always melted
older sisters were always cool.
Big wheels had its times
anticipated the end of school.
Summer was the best,
I’m going to Cleveland, going back home.
Looking back on these times,
I never felt alone.

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