Through the darkness I was able to see,
the ever so dim light that guided me,
the flicker of the flame, the thoughts in my brain,
all these guided me.
Guided me to a place I call home,
a place of warmth and cold,
a place I call my own,
a place than cannot be sold.
This home doesn't exist,
outside of me,
because home is where the heart is,
whever I want it to be.
So the lick of the flame,
the promise of home.
I search every day,
a place of my own.

The Autumn leaves fall,
Searching the ground for a home,
The cold winter knocks

Let me tell you dear,
You crossed my mind today,
I thought of your smile,
And of the words you say.
Honey you can't stay off my mind,
I know you must think,
I am acting out of line,
Calling you up on the phone,
Just to say I am proud you are mine.
But let me tell you something,
My lovely bride,
I get extremely excited,
when you cross my mind.

I pondered in a mirror and to my surprise,
watched back from beyond,
two dreary eyes.
These eyes resembled mine,
both shape and from,
but from the colors and paleness,
they look awfully worn,
Were these mine?
This pair of eyes?
They do look like mine,
but full of demise,
The worst part about it,
looking within,
was feeling like,
I have yet to begin.
Begin life,
the struggles and aches,
Joy and celebration,
Love and hate.
But for now I move on,
And say goodbye,
to those two eyes,
Who resemble mine