Home

Once I was picturing home… Maybe luxurious and maybe not, but surely comforting with a lot of trees, with wild birds and butterflies all around…

Once I was picturing home… Maybe far and maybe near, but will always filled with joy and happiness with you and all our kids in it…

Maybe now and maybe then, maybe quite long and maybe soon, maybe forever…

But from now on,I stop picturing home…I just let home falling from grace upon me, and at that time I will know, what truly home for me is anywhere as long as I could lay my head upon your chest