Home Sick #home #hometown #missing

Beneath the golden hush of twilight skies,
My heart whispers songs of distant ties.
A winding road, a mountain breeze,
The scent of pine, the hush of trees.

Each step away feels twice as long,
As echoes hum that old sweet song.
"Country roads, take me home," it cries,
To where my soul in silence lies.

Where laughter lingers in the air,
And love still waits in rocking chairs.
I carry home within my chest,
A quiet ache, a longing rest.

Oh, if the wind could hear my plea,
It’d take me back where I’m meant to be —
Through country roads, so wild, so free,
Back to the heart of home and me.

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