Home

By: Gecarl N. Binongo

Sometimes I tried to sit back and recall.
Home just echoed within my soul.
Old photographs flashes before my sleep fall.
Seems so fresh then reality becomes dull.

I tried to hold back my tears.
Never will I leave home through the years.
Home I just want it near.
Growing up this is what I fear.

Usually this is my plight.
Dreams conquer my inner sight.
Yesteryear shine so bright.
Home ruled my world at midnight.

Days run by so fast.
My wife and my son are in the cast.
Way back were things in the past.
Now, I'm home at last!