Don’t be bound to my hand,
Don’t stay back at my door,
Travel your world, cross your limits,
Meet many, keep some, break and mend,
Bring back memories, a few regrets.

When the sun sets one day,
And you are tired,
Come back.
Come back to me.

I would keep your tea warm and waiting.
Your bed made, books dusted.
Tell me all your stories,
About your smiles and tears,
Show me your scars and badges.
While I hold you close.

Call no other place home.
For home is me.
When the bruises don’t heel,
When the heart is filled,
When you want to lie down,
And sleep like a child,
Come back home.
Come back to me.