Nowhere Like Home

Sitting by the old window pane
Staring out the glass
Watching raindrops- plitter platter
Feeling down
Nothing around

   When can I get out?

Leaving home, saying good-bye
Excitement bursting
I'm finally free

New things experienced
Adventures in "the wild"
Never been this happy
But all good things come to an end

Misery seeping
Forlorn feelings
Broken hearts
Getting torn apart
                          I cry out
                    But nobody hears

I wander east
                    to west
From south
                  to north
Woe is me
                I'm still lost

Where can I go?
                         What do I have left?

"Home", my heart whispers
                     "Is where you'll find rest"


With a crippled soul, shattered
And hopeless spirit battered
  The prodigal child returns

Back to that old window pane
In front of the glass
Where the raindrops drum
                       to the beat of my heart:
                                                 HOME IS BEST