Bring You Home
From where I sit
I can see your tears
As they fall in quiet desperation.
You’re there all alone
You’ve forgotten who you really are.
I’ll light a candle in the window
A flame to show you the way home,
The door will be unlocked
Waiting for you to walk through.
When you’re ready
When you’ve found your way back home
A cup of a tea,
A comphy chair,
A place to rest your weary bones,
Await your arrival.
You heart will be waiting
To fill you with love.
This came from an image that’s been rolling around my head of a little lost girl. I couldn’t get it out of my head until I started writing this. Guess it needed to be written.
What helps you find your way home?