I’m Coming Home

The sun was hard on my back

The wind was hard on my hair

But I didn’t mind the wind nor the sun

I didn’t care

I had been gone for far too long

Longer than I could remember

But now I was on my way back

Why should I care about the weather

I had clothes on my back, travelling bag in hand

I couldn’t afford a car

But with all the miles I have walked

Home was not that far

I had completed my penance; paid all my dues

I had finished my nightly roam

And now I was done, now I had finished

Now I was coming home

I’m coming home



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