Home Comfort
want to come home,
4:30,
time to leave
we have being handcuffed to sorry
she would not want us to grieve
want to tell her,
ring her,
hear her voice
but in this journey of life
somethings do not give us a choice
want to come home
home comfort is good
grief like a vice
burn the home fire wood
hear your voice
feel your touch
we are all ships in the water
kept afloat by generous love
want to come home
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James Garratt – April 2012
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