LONG ROAD HOME
The Mist in the air,
The sweet smell of winter,
It's a long road home & this time I am here.
The brightness of bougainvillaea,
The emptiness of big trees,
The road has the speed,
It's a long road home, a dream home to me.
My eyes want to rest,
My lungs want to breathe,
My mind wants some peace,
Its a long road home & I am here to be
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