OUT HERE ON MY OWN
I was afraid to come home, to a place that was steeped in memories, maybe a home alone syndrome.
When I am down and feeling blue, I close my eyes, ……….. and be with you. Oh, be strong for me, oh , belong to me
Until the morning sun appears, making light of all my fears, I dry the tears, I’ve never shown.\\ OUT HERE ON MY OWN.
Oh, be strong for me.
and so it goes; my kayak is still where I left it(Morning Glory) and Scott’s Canoe is still on the rack,Golden \Poop.
My bicycle is ready and the welcome sign is in the mud room, and the Lilac Bush has finally bloomed this spring.
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