My heart is racing,
My thoughts
I’m retracing,
Hoping it,
Will lead me home
,
But all I’ve learned
,
From this day to day
,
Act
,
On what best,
Makes you happy
,
Because I will pace the streets
,
And walk the woods
,
And float in the river
,
And never reach my home
,
But I will find my house
,
And wish deep inside,
for a place with in it
,
To call,
My home,
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
My heart is racing,
My thoughts
I’m retracing,
Hoping it,
Will lead me home
,
But all I’ve learned
,
From this day to day
,
Act
,
On what best,
Makes you happy
,
Because I will pace the streets
,
And walk the woods
,
And float in the river
,
And never reach my home
,
But I will find my house
,
And wish deep inside,
for a place with in it
,
To call,
My home,
