at home at last

Coming home is impossible
that's what I say.
He said, "It's not"
My child, come home.

When I went away,
All I'm thinking is,
I will be happy,
I will be right.

I was been happy,
I felt so right.
But in my heart,
I am missing home.

T'was been long process
Will I come home?
Will I be happy?
Will it be right?

I finally decided to,
to really come home
and to my surprise
It is not impossible.

My Father welcomed me.
His arms are open-wide
my heart is joyful
and everybody is rejoicing

cac 122009