GOING HOME - By Lynn Hanna Barany


I want to visit my parent's home
That sits beside the river.
I want to sleep in that special room,
Where the photos were framed in silver.

I want to sit in the kitchen
At that table made of oak,
I will drink coffee with my Dad,
And laugh at all his jokes.

I want to do some shopping,
Just Mom and I alone.
She will say "Hello" to folks
And "look who just came home".

I will go and visit my Uncle,
And he will make me smile.
With all his latest gossip,
Now this could take awhile.

that home is someone else's now,
I can't visit anymore.
W will never sit on their veranda,
Nor have a key to the front door.

Everything has changed for me
My parents are no longer here.
But when I walk along the river
I know that they are near.

What I would give to go back there
To see the boats cruise by.
Oh please Dear God would you hold me
Please hold me while I cry.

- Written by: Lynn Hanna Barany

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