No dates, no t.v. and no cell phone
For two long years been on the gospel roam
Sharing those things that I’ve been shown
Now showing those things going back home
The time is past like a blur or a dream
Twenty-four months aren’t as long as they seem
No more fearing a t.v. screen
The change in my countenance like a halogen beam
The returning
It’s relearning
It’s continuing the things
For the happiness they bring
A homecoming
And a departure
Bittersweet, goodbye and meet
The past and future
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