I'm home Each time he looks at me Holding my hand When he walks with me

I'm home Each time he cracks a joke Messes up my hair And pulls me close

I'm home Each time he pours his heart out Thinks his thoughts aloud And then suddenly calls my name As if I was lost in a crowd

I'm home Each time he tells me a story Anecdotes and some past glories Wishes dreams and the bugging monotony

I'm home Each time he teaches me something new A firm handshake A new perspective Getting me straight on the cue

I'm home Each time I think of him Blushing with the utterance of his name Pushing his thoughts away in vain

I can roam the world and walk miles alone But I'd rather be home

-Teaclapper

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