I wish I was home in my bed,
These memories running through my head.
I need to smell moms home made food,
The kind that puts me just in the mood.
I want to see the affection of my animals,
And watch the children play in the schools.
Walk through the garden and pick flowers,
Make cookies and get covered in powder.
Play and wear fancy dresses,
Have a pillow fight and make big messes.
Eat junk food all night,
Go outside and fly a kite.
Talk a lot and stay up late,
Even talk a boy on a date.
I want to go back home,
And brush my hair with a delegate comb.
As people say "Home is where the heart is",
And home is where MY love is.
