Re: Coming home
Many miles are under my feet...
cold stones and dust that covers.
Many miles are still waiting for me ,
silver trees and violet flowers...
Oh how silence is loud sometimes,
In darkest hours of my heart!
But tomorrow a new Sun raises...
another mile will be long gone,
Listening bird`s song which praises,
carrying my bags filled with love.
Leaving behind yesterday`s gray,
heading towards glorious day!
I`m coming home...
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