Oh! how I crave for the warmth at home.
Just alone and all I feel is wrath abode.


The times we shared together.
Finding a reason to to gather.
Not meeting them at home I wondered.

Some crossing the other side of the bridge.
And they have found peace within.

Others are on the shoulders of life
And others at the boarders of time.
Some attended the school of life. While others are standing the test of time.

I wish If I get home maybe some day missing home.
I hope not to find a missing home.