Going Home


When I go home, I will miss
The beauty of the Earth,
The sweetest of its sounds and smells,
The joy of giving birth.

When I go home, I will leave
The envy and the hate,
The fear of being all alone,
Pollution we create.

When I go home, I will have
The same love and company,
Up in Heaven with my Father,
With my friends and family.


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