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Sunday, March 25, 2007 / 2:26 AM
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"When You Come Home" - MARK SCHULTZ

My first day of recess
They all laughed at me
When I fell off the swing set
And scraped up my knee

The nurse called my Momma
To say I'd be late,
And when she gave me the phone
I could hear Momma say
"I'm so sorry, son.
Oh I think you're' so brave"

And she was smilin when she said:

When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong
And I will be here
When you come home

I waved good-bye through the window
As I boarded the plane,
My first job in Houston
Was waiting for me

I found a letter from Momma
Tucked in my coat
And as I flew down the runway
I smiled when she wrote:
I'll miss you, son,
You'll be so far away

But I'll be waiting for the day

When you come home
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home

Well, I don't think
She can hear you now,
The doctor told me
Your mother is fading,
It's best that you leave

So I whispered,
I love you
And then turned away.
But I stopped at the door
When I heard Momma say,
I love you, son,
But they're callin me away

Promise me before I go

When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms;
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home,
When you come home.

***********************

Downturn , Turnedown.
Been there and through.
I just want th lady back.
Don't leave us alone.
I'll change, for everyone of us.
I never thought it'd be so bad.

At least I've let things out these few days.
Thankyou everybody.

Even now t me "Goodnight, Korkor" is so precious, at least t me.
If I'm th jinx of this thing, I wouldn't mind giving up anything.
As long as I see th four of you happy together again.
I promise, even it were to cost me my own life.

So Please...
Don't take what th very little left of me.
I don't want to fall apart.
So please.

I guess it'll just be another lonely night for me.
Good night, world and you aliens out there.






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Jordus Lim Bing Jie
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
Diploma in Film, Sound, Video
10 June 1989
jordusbingjie@hotmail.com
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