Home Safe and Away
Bottom of the 9th and with all the batter’s might
I am hit through the air
People start to stare
Then I hear bang bang the fireworks go off
I land into a stranger’s hands
I can’t find my home of grass and sand
The man grips me tight
I can’t break away or fight
Next thing I know I’m in a case
I begin to lose the cover of my lace
Days, weeks, months go by
I just want to cry
I wish I could go back to the day
All the way back in May
Where my family kept me safe away
Then one day out of the blue; I awake and find myself somewhere new
A strange small hand smothers me
Suddenly I’m sailing smoothly and free
Smack! I’m soaring into the sky; Could this be a dream I’m going so high
No, I look around; I can see the grass and sand on the ground
Finally I am home
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