The light in your window <br />shines bright every night, <br />like a warm and welcoming <br />beacon light, <br />but I cannot see it. <br />I am too far away <br />locked in a prison <br />for the crimes that I have done. <br /> <br />One day when they release me <br />home, I am going to run, <br />to the warm and welcoming <br />beacon light in your window. <br />I promise when I get there <br />I will never leave again, <br />no more crimes will I commit. <br /> <br />Every bird builds a nest <br />as cosy and snug as can be. <br />So I built a home for us <br />where a fire burns <br />to make it <br />warm and welcoming <br />like a home should be. <br /> <br />I ask myself the question <br />how long will it be <br />before I can lay down <br />in the green grass of my home. <br />The answer comes back, <br />but not the one that I want to hear. <br />It will be many more years <br />before you can go home. <br /> <br />So I sit in my jail cell <br />waiting for that day, <br />when I can again breath <br />the clear free fresh air, <br />come running up the path <br />to see you at the door. <br />Come to my sweet home <br />and stay forever more. <br /> <br />22 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warm-and-welcoming-light/
