Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
Whether for sex or comfort,
Oh, cuddle me! of course I’m like a child,
Look at me, big sixty...
When we quarrel angels die
Good dreams wither for a while
However, from death angels fly...
