In the quiet twilight's gentle dome,
Where the whispers of the evening roam,
There's a solace in the breeze that's blown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.

Through the miles that stretch and vast skies dome,
Past the fields where wildflowers have grown,
There's a path that's lit by the love shown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.

As the stars above start to brightly shone,
And the moon in its full glory is thrown,
My heart beats a rhythm, soft-tone,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.

No matter how far or wide I've flown,
To lands unknown, on journeys of my own,
There's a beacon, constantly, brightly sown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.

For home is not just a place of stone,
But where love and warmth are forever known,
A haven where seeds of trust are grown,
Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home.

March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop