COMING HOME
I don't need an orchestra
or banners flying high.
Please don't shoot off fireworks
or rockets in the sky.
I can't handle rejection
or questions asking why.
Please don't turn away from me,
just look me in the eye.
Overlook my solitude
at times when I seem to hide.
There are many things that haunt me
locked up so deep inside.
Listen when I try to tell you
the reasons that I cry.
Please don't tell me to let it go
or strip me of my pride.
If you see I'm not the same
it's because part of me died.
I'm leaving many that I love
so very far behind.
Home. I'm coming home.
For unknown reasons I survived.
Just take me as I am today
discharged with no disguise.