It feels strange to be here again,
as though i never really left.
There are some changes,
but not that much.
This is not my home anymore,
tommorow i give her my key to the door.
I will be back one day i know,
my boys live here and i won't let them go.
But i will have to let go of this place,
This house i built on this empty space.
A dream come true is what i thought,
but my dream come true cannot be bought.
I will come back home to you,
you are my dream.
My dream come true,
