Coming Home

More stuff on coming home, a sense of belonging. Guess it was a periodical obsession of mine.

If you had just one chance to make it right,
You'd do it all again, won't you?
From where you were to where you are now,
You'll have to trace your way back home.

The distance from here to there,
There and back again,
You hang on to the thing she said,
And you know everything will be ok.

It doesn't take much to smile back,
Looking back at what has chased you away,
You breathe the breath of freedom,
You don't need to look back.

You barely have enough of her to hang on,
You barely have enough of her to carry on,
And you drag your feet through the sands of time,
Wondering if anything good could have come out of it.

You stretch your hands out to recieve her.
Your tongue is dancing behind your lips for her.
You need her,
You want her.

Jeremiah Abraham Selvaraj
Copyright 2006.