When the sun dips low and shadows grow long,
The road home stretches, a familiar song.
Each step forward, a memory anew,
Whispered tales of the past, in the twilight hue.

The scent of pine and the crisp evening air,
Guide me back to the place where hearts share.
With each breath, I feel the weight lift,
Homeward bound, my spirit’s gift.

The old oak door, weathered by time,
Creaks open to a world, profoundly mine.
Laughter echoes, and warmth fills the space,
In these walls, I find my grace.

Through journeys far and oceans wide,
It’s here, at home, where I truly reside.
The hearth glows bright, love’s eternal flame,
In coming home, I find my name.