When my long journey is over, send me home
To the streets where as a child I roamed
Where I rode my bike, where I learned and I grew
Where I rolled in green grass on a sunny afternoon
Visit the park where I laughed and had fun
Where I spent summers nights chasing lightening bugs
Crunching leaves as they fell, through brisk autumn days
See the pond where I skated, with the ice beneath my blades
Spinning slowly, gliding smoothly on a cold December day
In the Spring see the buds, smell the fresh dirt of the earth
As the sun shines bright on flowers in the courtyard, near my church.
Hear the music echo softly up Walnut Hill and through the trees
Past the place where I was born, as it's carried on the breeze
Then lie me down to rest
Near the one who kept me safe, loved me most and knew me best.
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