THE RETURN

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I guess it's time to come back home,
it's needless to sit here alone while nature
...nature has paved a way for me.
i guess it's time, 
dreams harbored as a teenager
pursue, they seemed out of reach
waiting, wailing, ailing, yearning
...not forthcoming
One, two, three...twelve years to be precise
a dream long abandoned
Now I know why survive they could not
it had to be you.

Sweetheart, look yonder
my eyes still twinkle at the sight of you
No longer a teenager
tested and scared by life,
yet, my heart speeds and slows
... at the sight of you.
See, baby... it never stopped
you were my teenage dream
...that I wished on a star.
I guess, it always comes to pass
...when you wish hard enough.

Coming home, where laughter is our music,
you, my entertainer,
me, your audience...its how it's supposed to be
listening, encouraging, supporting...
you thought I was nice then...
now, babe, am more refined and polished
... life being the grinder
will you take my hand?

You asked what makes me tickle 'bout you
damn love... I have no idea!
i guess its true what they say
... love is blind... I think you are perfect
what's there not to tickle anyway?
shooting stars are identified by their streak of light
snowballs are just snowballs baby,
and you, are just you... my perfect long lost prince.

Let's make memories... Let's turn the page... Let's talk about you and me, NOW.



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