Home - People and Places

When the plane landed on the runway, I was home.
When I felt the hot tropical air on my face, I was home.
When the dust in the old apartment rustled, I was home.
When the tears dripped as I left Singapore, I had been home.

When my father, mother, two older brothers and I are united, I am home.
When we all play together, I am home.
When the tension of annoyance is forgotten, I am home.
When nothing but joy and kindness stand between us, I am home.

When I enter the narrow gate, I will be home.
When I stand beside my father, I will be home.
When all the tears and wounds are healed, I will be home.
When I lose my life and my joy is complete, I will be home.