Coming Home
I’m coming home, so tired and sore
To see you smile and hope a lil’ more
Travelling on the sea gale strong
In the tiniest whispers of a swallow’s song
To you my love, on a distant shore
To see you bask in the sunshine, before
They tell you of the blood and gore
And taint our sweet love along
I’m coming home, a last encore
I don’t want eulogies, praises and lore
Twenty one guns and respects galore
Only wish to hold you, for a moment long
In your sweet embrace, I’ll always belong
In memories I’ll reside, forevermore
I’m coming home, through heaven’s door.
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