Go Home to Your Heart
I lay on the bed where my mama used to lay, listening to music my mama used to play.
Crying out pain that’s tearing me apart.
Hearing her words, “Babe, go home to your heart.”
Walk into the woods.
Lie down by the stream.
Look up at cotton candy clouds, allow yourself to dream.
Breathe in the scent of pine trees.
Breathe out your broken soul.
Hear warm and gentle breezes
whisper, “You are whole.”
The songbird’s sweet lullaby will sing you fast asleep.
Wings of butterflies will softly touch your cheek.
In every ray of sunshine I will be a part, always reminding you, “Go home to your heart.”
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