It is a cold snowy day, too cold for children to play
'Please come home, ' mother's will say, but the children won't obay,
'cause we are growing older, besides we're not in poor health.
Will I ever come back home? Is what I should ask myself.
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Your words penitrate my broken heart. I wish I new then what I know now. My choices would have been so different. Always remember that home is where you are truely loved. I'm waiting for you to come home.