COMING HOME

COMING HOME
Karen Lewis

I turn my back to the wind, I
Tie my scarf 'gainst the tempest roar
Put one foot front of the other
Til I reach the stout wooden door

Coming home.
There's a fire on the hearth
And a hot soup for me.
A smile on my lover's face.
Home is where the heart returns
From every other place.

We roam the earth for adventure
To meet new folks and new ways
We do our work in the outside world
Facing dangers and troubled days

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