Take me to my home.

Home is where my heart is.

Home is on that windy hill.

Home is a secret valley.

Home is a heavenly cloud.

Take me to my home.

I’m waiting here, alone.

I’m packed ready to go.

I’m departing this old place.

I’m leaving this world behind.

Take me to my home.

I know the beyond will be greener.

I know you’ll be there.

I know you’ve been waiting.

I know you’ll hold me again.

Hold me in my home.





Oh, I’m thinking about jumping into the waterfall from above.

And diving into her churning pool of heartache, called love.

Surging through the cascading rapids, of loves ups and downs.

And settling upon her icy lake, where lovers often drown.

Flowing down the valley river, to where all waterways meet.

And trickling across her plains of pain, under the dampened sheet.

Spreading amongst the delta swamp, both bitter and sweet.

And flooding onto her warm salt flats, discovering the open heat.

Then spilling the water-lilies of love, over the seas so deep.

And joining her ocean of lost love, swimming so replete.