Home town glory
Safely wrapped up by the hills, she lacked patience, calling every number she had, but the numbers always stuck in traffic. the only rule that ever applied... And I? I was grateful for the time spent alone safe cab rides back home, when the same hills showed up for me, I couldn't help but walk down the aisle of my heart, In the midst of the April to the shoulder of Blue mimosa, I was happy to be Here, Here at Home. she was somewhere else, always. walking down the aisle of your mistakes. April had a different story for her but the hills have seen it all before all she was trying to do was make a Church out of you And every time she tried, she lost pieces of herself And I? I never want to lose myself again! All I can do is pray that she finds her Home not of someone else but of her own.