Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Where have all my sweet dreams gone
Dreams that i dreamed, since i was born
Soon i'll be heading home
To that home for that i was born
All my glory days have gone
My youth just lie in the pouring rain
Rain, rain, go away
Be gone now be blown away
Violent wind blow a path
In the cloud, the cloud so dark
Let the light shine down on me
Warm my soul so i can journey home
Let me see the pathway home
Dont let me turn to stone
Dont leave me here all alone
Please, please Lord take me home
Home sweet home, dreams of home

July 2008

Ophelia Fanny

Sweet Dreams Of Home

Sweet Dreams Of Home

Where have all my sweet dreams gone
Dreams that i dreamed, since i was born
Soon i'll be heading home
To that home for that i was born
All my glory days have gone
My youth just lie in the pouring rain
Rain, rain, go away
Be gone now be blown away
Violent wind blow a path
In the cloud, the cloud so dark
Let the light shine down on me
Warm my soul so i can journey home
Let me see the pathway home
Dont let me turn to stone
Dont leave me here all alone
Please, please Lord take me home
Home sweet home, dreams of home

Written Monday October 2005

allan james saywell

Home is where you spend time in.
Home is a place of meeting.
Home is other people's home.
Home is a safe place.

No matter what,
Home is your home.

Jamie Cato

I am ready to go home

I am ready to go home,
Home where I belong,
Home where I need to be,
My home sweet home,
Where my heart is,
Home where everything will be okay,
My home where my dad is,
Where he will be waiting for me,
Waiting till the end,
Ready to go home,
Into his arms,
Knowing where everything will be safe again.

Jennifer Rondeau

where home is

where home is

Home is where my heart hasn't been
Home is where my heart's yet to be broken
Home is where I meet new sins
Home is wher I cant go back again

Home is where I haven't been beaten
Home is where my faults dont mean a thing
Home is where I haven't been beaten
Home is anywhere you and I wanna be

wild fire

Home

Home

Home is where your memories are,
It’s where your secrets are kept.
Home is where you’re happiest,
Yet home is where you’ve wept.

Home is where your parents live,
It’s where you were raised.
Home is where you’ve been scolded most,
Yet home is where you’re praised.

Home is where you make it,
It’s where you believe the myth,
That home is when you’re happy,
Just to love the ones you’re with.

Eric Brock

Home is much more

Home is much more

I thought of home
As a dwelling house
Where I could lay naked without a blouse

I thought of home
As a dwelling house
Playing cat and mouse with my spouse

But home is much more!
Much more than a place you lay your head

O! where do I begin
Home is within
Home is deep rooted in ones soul
Home is empty if your heart has a large hole
Home is rebirth from childbirth to death
Home is when you make peace with thyself
And return back to earth!

I thought of home
As a bed with a respectable foam

I thought of home
As a place we feel we belong
Recharging our bodies to be strong

I thought of home
As living in no chronological order
With father, mother, sister or brother

I thought of home
Associating it with family
Affiliating it with ones country
Contemplating with the idea
As where one spends Christmas, Easter and New Year
O! dear

But home is much more!
O! where do I begin
Home is within
Home is thy inside twin
Your spiritual interior environment
No one dares enter without thy consent!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

Sylvia Chidi