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I'm On My Way Home
by Nancy L. Fraley Keep a light in the window; I'm on my way home; O'er land and seas and mountains, Many days I did roam. I searched daily for that pot of gold, At the end of the rainbow, as I've been told; All vain, turned to ashes, so terribly cold; It was all so empty and got very old. Now I hope to be forgiven, To be taken back home; I promise I'm cured of that lust To selfishly, constantly, always roam. We prodigals are hard to understand; But I beg your forgiveness, please now; Please do take me by the hand; I promise to stay home and be your man. ŠNancy L. Fraley October 31, 2002 |