When i was child, i remember the times of being wild.
I remeber no matter how it went, i could always get sent, home.
Now when im older home has changed it meaning, it is her im always dreaming, home.
When days have been good or bad, home is where i go when happy or sad.
Today, all i want to go is home, i dont have reason to roam.
She is always my home, sometimes i can only reach out by phone.
But my heart is always there, i hope she is aware.
I love her, home, is were i wish i where.
Her arms are always the doorway, that is where i always want to stay, home.
Her love is always inviting, every text, call leaves me exciting, for home.
Home sick, Lord please get me there quick.
I never want to leave, her, my home i cleave.
How i love home, her. I am so sick of being here alone.
Soon to return, for home my love burn.
Baby, im so home sick. Let me get there quick.
I will never be home sick again, i will never leave home, her again.

Dedicated to Special K