A Warm And Welcoming Light

The light in your window shines bright every night, like a warm and welcoming beacon light, but I cannot see it. I am too far away locked in a prison for the crimes that I have done. One day when they release me home, I am going to run, to the warm and welcoming beacon light in your window. I promise when I get there I will never leave again, no more crimes will I commit. Every bird builds a nest as cosy and snug as can be. So I built a home for us where a fire burns to make it warm and welcoming like a home should be. I ask myself the question how long will it be before I can lay down in the green grass of my home. The answer comes back, but not the one that I want to hear. It will be many more years before you can go home. So I sit in my jail cell waiting for that day, when I can again breath the clear free fresh air, come running up the path to see you at the door. Come to my sweet home and stay forever more. 22 April 2008