I came home again last night,
To the arms that hold me tight;
And make me feel that all is right,
And this time, Babe, I'm ready to fight.

I want you here in my heart,
I knew that from the very start;
But sometimes love hides its face,
When we run life's daily race.

But now I know without a doubt,
where I want to be - what it's about;
I won't give up on you, my beau,
For you the seed of love grows slow.

How can I make you understand,
That you are meant to be my man?
How can I tell you how I know,
That seed of love will surely grow?

Home for me is in your arms,
Protected from pain and all life's harms;
I'll fight life's battles along with you,
And enjoy the fruits with you, too.

~ Sandra Oidtman ~
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