In the stillness of the night, I roam,
Through winding paths, my steps retrace,
To the place I once called home,
Where memories in time embrace.

The scent of pine, the whispering trees,
Guide me gently through the past,
With every breath, a tender breeze,
Reminds me of a love that lasts.

The walls that witnessed childhood dreams,
Stand tall against the test of time,
Each corner whispers silent schemes,
Of laughter, tears, and moments prime.

As dawn breaks through the morning light,
I find my heart, my soul’s delight,
In coming home, I reignite,
The flame of joy that burns so bright.