After the endless roads and distant skies,
Where dreams were chased and shadows fled,
I find my way to familiar ties,
Back to the place where love is bred.

The whispers of the wind through trees,
The laughter echoing in the halls,
Each moment here, a sweet reprise,
As evening gently falls.

The warmth of home, a tender grace,
With every step, my heart does swell,
In this beloved, sacred space,
Where stories of our lives do dwell.

And as the night begins to close,
With stars that light the darkened dome,
I rest in peace, my spirit knows,
There’s no place like coming home.