In the whisper of the evening breeze,
I hear echoes of familiar songs,
Drawing me back through time and dreams,
To the place where my heart belongs.
The road winds through fields of gold,
Memories dance in the twilight glow,
Each step a gentle touch of old,
Guiding me where I used to know.
Beneath the stars, the shadows play,
Silent stories of days gone by,
In every stone and every sway,
The spirit of home begins to fly.
As I stand at the threshold’s edge,
A warmth envelops my weary soul,
In the embrace of the past, I pledge,
To cherish this home, once again whole.