Dave BenOdafe


Coming Back


Wandered in self exile,
City to city searching for the unknown.
Many years gone by,
My footprints erased by time.
Fond memories I had,
Sailing from coast to coast.
But fonder memories I kept still,
Of laughter shared and time spent.
Watching the stars together,
Our tears washed away by the rain.
Never knew the value of what I left.

I'm coming home,
Back from the world where I have no home
From the exile I return
Though I've lost my way
The path to you is written in the lines of my palm
I'm coming back,
From the ivory towers I seek
To the hood where you're my home.
Many years gone by,
This passion burn still.
Wherever you may be,
I'm coming home,
From the cold hostile street,
To your arms where I have a home

Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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