The Journey Home

By TheShyAssassin

Mon, 01 Apr 2019

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A girl in a stained checked shirt,

Ran through fields and fell in the dirt,

And dreamt of love to come.

A boy in a grammar school tie,

Was shocked when he learned people die.

And didn’t know what to do.

Journeys are long, and journeys have bends,

Journeys test travellers, but journeys have ends.

So sit by the fire, you’ve found your home.

And we’ll say “ I love you, you’re no longer alone.”