I just Call It Home
So warm, loving and real, Yet you're as shadows, touching only fleeting. People are as ghosts, without substance. They see this bumbling fool before them, Not knowing to me they are only shadows. The real world is waiting for me. A place of blue mountains and calm seas. I taste this place in the rain. Hear it on the lips of the wind. Feel it in the place men call soul. It's real to me a place of substance. Not like this place of shadows. With every part of my being, I yern for this place. When hard knocks get me down, My spirit wings it's way there, Where there's fields of flowers, Skys so blue and untouched by smog. Just to peer in and drink of its beauty, Bringing back strenght with me, So I can once again stand on two legs. It's what some people percieve as heaven, I just call it home. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 04:48 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 13
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