Sarita

Hey love,

Would you give us a little hint,

As to where you went?

Who changed your mind?

Was it the orphan crying inside?

You searched for a home,

Under streetlights, all alone.

Had you been misplaced for so long,

That you had forgotten what it means to belong?

 

Hey love,

Come with your wit

And deep brown eyes

And forget every one of those lies.

We’ve got your teddies,

All lined in a row,

Waiting for you to come home.

Yes, love, this is your home.