All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.
What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.
All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.
All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.
What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.
All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.
All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.
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