And here we are in present time
As I sit here and make a rhyme
I know that you are coming home
within a week or two
Nothing can get me down
nothing can steal my joy
as I play with our kids
and kiss our baby boy
The tune of life and color
have returned to me once more
no longer do my days drain together
life is no longer an awful bore
You will be in my arms
before the month is through
no memory is sweeter now
than the thought of being held by you.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
And here we are in present time
As I sit here and make a rhyme
I know that you are coming home
within a week or two
Nothing can get me down
nothing can steal my joy
as I play with our kids
and kiss our baby boy
The tune of life and color
have returned to me once more
no longer do my days drain together
life is no longer an awful bore
You will be in my arms
before the month is through
no memory is sweeter now
than the thought of being held by you.