Friday, September 30, 2005


Well, it's not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own

Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't ya know
I started off a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
Until then, I travel alone
And I make my bed
with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home.

Kim Richey, A place called Home


Blogger Papa Ray said...

Nice and catchy but the problem with dreaming and wishing is that unless you put forth the courage and the effort....

all you ever have, is a dream.

Papa Ray

5:30 PM  

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