Here I am again taking a walk through my thoughts, And somehow always end up going down a path that leads to you. I guess it’s because you’re a part of me, the same as my skin and bones. I love you in ways I only have heard of in books, and only thought was possible in fairytales. You call to me like home calls to a sailor long at sea. I can’t wait to be home. Home is with you on a cold winter day. I’m almost there.