#2514-Backyard
Familiar lands,
Where memories reside.
Planted over years,
As wrinkles on a face.
They are with me,
Wherever I go,
For distance means little,
When in my heart,
I’m at home.
Familiar lands,
Where memories reside.
Planted over years,
As wrinkles on a face.
They are with me,
Wherever I go,
For distance means little,
When in my heart,
I’m at home.