March 2012
7 posts
Coming home.
It’s a four letter word a place you go to heal your hurt It’s an alter, it’s a shelter One place you’re always welcome a pink flamingo, double wide One bedroom in a high rise a mansion on a hill Where the memories always will keep you company whenever you’re alone after all of my running I’m finally coming Home The world tried to break me I found a road to take me Home There aint nothing but a...
