Homesick

When I’m able to,

I talk to the moon to remind you

that there’s nothing wrong

with missing home—

you are not alone.

 

Like an untamable breeze,

you were meant to be wild and free.

Free to go anywhere,

giving what you can share.

Home will always be here.

 

Wipe away the tears I can’t see

and put your trust in me.

You’re just a call away

to hear a familiar face.

I’m home and I’ll always invite you to stay.

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