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.