All the way back to my home
Were pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.
What i was didnt matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only i dont 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.
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 8:23 PM UTC
All the way back to my home
Were pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.
What i was didnt matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only i dont 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.
