You will always be home.
When I have done it all
I will come back to you and stay here until my last breathe.
Promise me you will never change.
They say home is where the heart is.
I find that to be true.
Memories of my early years, those I shared with you.
This must be love, or close to it.
The one stable root of my heritage.
No matter how far I go, I find no place like you.
Your air smells different, your every view is spectacular.
The journey back home is always nostalgic.
I can never get enough.
The morning dew and cold nights.
Thick fogs and dark clouds.
You amaze me!
When I have seen it all and there isn’t much to see.
I will return to you.
The one stable root of my heritage.
And tarry with you till my very last breathe.
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