Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
I love the times you call me a cunt
Though some might think it an affront
But I still bliss in knowing this...
All that live are lamed in soul
So I’m no freak but one of many
Stumbling, half out of control...
