The Road Home

THE ROAD HOME
JERONE CANSINO

Along this road I roll my wheel
The sun is peeking down my trail
The fields of green the sky of blue
Sparrows to their nest they flew

Thoughts are bothered as clouds of rain
My heart is bothered I'm in pain
Far away my mind has gone
Acting I, without a plan

My mind is on your innocent face
Please give me love please give me grace
The angelic voice I want to hear
The evil silence that I fear

I stopped my bike I look around
I closed my eyes to hear the birds
I headed home my heart is sore
I headed home, I headed home

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