Saturday 30 July 2016

I believe

I believe in humble beginnings
I believe in coming home
I believe home is where the heart is
I believe anywhere is where the start is
Like a family will you be my bride
Like a family will you be my wife
Will you come home and play with me
Will you come home and stay with me
I am a tree standing in the wind
I am a door that invites you in
A trusted friend is better than gold
A room with a view to keep you from the cold

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