BACK HOME
IF I
HAD THE POWER TO TURN BACK THE CLOCK,
GO
BACK TO THAT HOUSE AT THE END OF THE BLOCK -
THE
HOUSE THAT WAS “HOME” WHEN I WAS A KID,
I
KNOW THAT I’D LOVE IT MORE NOW THAN I DID.
IF I
COULD BE BACK THERE AT MY MOTHER’S KNEE,
AND
HEAR ONCE AGAIN ALL THE THINGS SHE TOLD ME,
I’D
LISTEN AS I NEVER LISTENED BEFORE,
FOR
SHE KNEW SO WELL JUST WHAT LIFE HAD IN STORE.
AND
ALL THE ADVICE THAT DAD USED TO GIVE –
HIS
VOICE I’LL REMEMBER AS LONG AS I LIVE;
BUT
IT DIDN’T SEEM REALLY IMPORTANT THEN,
WHAT
I’D GIVE TO LIVE IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
AND
WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR THE CHANCE I ONCE HAD
TO
DO SO MUCH MORE FOR MY MOTHER AND DAD,
TO
GIVE THEM MORE JOY AND A LITTLE LESS PAIN;
A
LITTLE MORE SUNSHINE, A LITTLE LESS RAIN.
BUT
THE YEARS ROLL ON AND WE CANNOT GO BACK
WHETHER
WE WERE BORN IN A MANSION OR SHACK,
BUT
WE CAN START RIGHT NOW – IN THE HOUR THAT’S HERE,
TO
DO SOMETHING MORE FOR THE ONES WE HOLD DEAR.
AND
SINCE TIME IN ITS FLIGHT IS TRAVELING SO FAST,
LET’S
NOT SPEND IT REGRETTING THAT WHICH IS PAST;
BUT
LET’S MAKE TOMORROW A HAPPIER DAY
BY
DOING OUR “GOOD UNTO OTHERS” – TODAY.
-
Author Unknown
