by Amanda DeLalla
It was good to talk again.
‘Cause every now and then,
You’ve gotta let your feelings show.
I hope to see you before long.
When I’m at the end of my rope,
The thought of you makes me strong.
I carry a piece of you with me every day.
And you have a part
Of my fragile heart.
It’ll be even better when you stay.
I’ve felt the fears of 23 years,
But they won’t come back anymore,
All because you walked through my door.
If it’s true that all roads lead to Rome,
And if it is meant to be,
I’m sure that you will come back home- to me.