I
lay here on my
back and
think of all the
things that are
wrong,
They can only be fixed I know, if I go back to where I
belong.
I stand up in the pitch black
night,
I know that going home is the only thing I've done
right.
I walk along the
highway, the
sun starts to
rise,
I quicken my step, put a smile on my
face, as I rub my
eyes.
Two days later I
walk up to my
house, I finally
arrive,
To the place where I
grew up,
Sunset drive.
I walk up to the
door and
knock to let
everyone know I'm
here.
I stand up with a
confident smile, I
laugh then wipe away a
tear.
The door
opens to an
unknown face,
I ask her were
daddy and mama are,
She says I'm at the wrong
place.
I turn back around with a
pale face, I know this house isn't
wrong,
I walk
down the steps with tears in my
eyes, I must have taken too
long.