November 26, 2018
Home a word, a place, a feeling. Home when I go home, sometimes I shut the door and try to keep everybody out. Sometime I open up all the windows and all the doors and just let it hang out.
My home became a box, and then a tree, oh where oh where shall I be. I bounced around and then rebound but still where is me. When I go home where shall l be....
Read the Full Post »