• I've wandered a long way,
    enough for me to truly say,
    I'm homesick.

    I'd give the backs of my shoes,
    to smell the fresh scent of vanilla,
    the baskets of soon to be planted roses,
    the dirty dishes that piled on the counter,
    still untouched by the water.

    I'd give all my money away to,
    hear the sounds of my dog barking,
    the clang of the old car,
    and the sounds of mother,
    whistling in the breeze.

    I'd sell all my possessions,
    to hear,
    the crinkle of the morning paper,
    the beeping from the stove,
    as it's done baking my favorite pie.

    This I promise to you,
    Mr. Sky,
    that all these things I would gladly lose,
    to hear, to smell,
    my home come to life once more.