Would You Be My Home, by MrsPeterson Subscribe to rss feed for MrsPeterson

i have to go away 
i don't know where i'll go 
where time will lead me 
i don't know if i'll survive 
if i'll return 
i know you don't know me 
but would you be my home 
i'd write you every day 
and you would't have to reply 

two years gone 
and you've been my life 
i'm scared of the world 
and all that is surrounding me 
no friends 
no family 
and nobody but you to talk to 
someday i'll return 
my battle fought 
and i will leave you alone 
but please don't stop reading 
you are my only home 

4 years passed and no reply 
she has not written since 
2 years ago i recieved the last 
and this is how it went 

of all this time 
of all this pain 
you have been right there 
i feel alone 
but yet so together 
i thank you for your letters 
you need not write me though 
thank you for staying there 
thank you for being here 
you will always be in my heart 
and i want to tell you something 
you have been in my heart 
since i left long ago 
and i've loved you from then on 
i don't expect you to understand 
but i hope you do 
when i come home 
(just 14 monthes to go) 
will you marry me 
will you be my home 

a knock to the door 
and a tear down my cheek 
a man with a letter 
and an old tattered box 
"ma'am i hate to tell you 
but your husband died" 
puzzled at the thought 
my knowing in my heart 
he was the only man i've ever loved 
ever since the start 

i went through the box 
and there i found 4 things 
a compass and a pen 
a picture and a letter 
reading the words 
that he last wrote 
brought tears to my heart 
"i'm sorry i can't return 
i hope this reaches you 
i was hurt awhile ago 
and i lost a lot 
they say that my time is short 
so i want to leave you this 
my compass 
the one that pointed me to you 
the pen 
that wrote every word of love 
the picture 
that never left my heart 
and this letter 
enclosed is something more 
i've had it all my life 
and it is the most important 
it is my mothers wedding ring 
and i want you to have it 
my beautiful wife 
i know we never married 
but i've dreamt it many times 
so when you go to sleep tonight 
i hope you dream of me 
and i hope you see the life 
the life i always dreamed 
thank you for loving me 
and thank you even more 
for being my home"
Posted: 2005-04-10 02:21:40 UTC

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