Its Time to go Home

the lonely streets keep me company
as i walk beneath the heavenly skies.
the blue birds sing me their evening songs
of long forgotten lullabies.

i think its time to go home now
it is getting kind of cold.
my shoes are awfully warn out,
but i am very far from home.

the trees are pretty alarming,
with their canapies full of unearthly moans
the owl's cries keep chilling me
right down to the bone

i'm trying to head home now
but going back is so hard to do
my clothes are filthy and tattered
but i am now closer to home.

the midnight hour has since passed
and the chill of early morning is in the air.
my breath is a pale white mist,
as i sigh in unreleased despair

the sky has started to lighten,
illuminating my worry strickend face.
i hope my family will recognize me
because i am almost there

i approach my house
as the stars finallly leave the sky.
with cold fingers i knock on the door,
and as it opens i say (while trying to to cry):

"i have really missed you dad,
i am dirty and i am cold."
and with a hug i told him
"i love you, and i am glad to be home."