When is it home?

                                          When is it home?



When I can see the gate of my home I can see my mother and father in the door and the best of all my bedroom where I was at home.

The tears of a mother the hart of a father will all ways be there when they come home. We are the ones that gives them the choice in life to know what is good and bad.

But can we trust life out there to let them see.

When the wisdom and trust with in the magic of love is at home in the hart they will seek out the bad and help them to feel the need to come home.

God gave us a gift and that is to trust in him and he will love us to the end. We grow up we learn from what we see and trust,love,GOD,is it not so.

As autum goes to winter then spring comes to summer it happens in time. We need time to know our selves to find peace in the hart of the ones we love and the choices we make will be the right one to leave again.



                                  It is my life



I give you a word that’s love.

I give you my hart that’s in love.

I give you all that I have and that’s my life.

In this I give you time, tell me that you will be my love.

In this I give you my word that I will always be there to love you.

In this I will have peace in my dreams of you.

In this is all that I want is you to be by my side.

Will you?