Wishing you were back home
Instead of where you are now.
For that is not the case.
There is nowhere I’d rather be
Than right here, right now.
I see their faces
In the Photographs
I hear their voices
Over the telephone.
Sure I miss them,
And wonder what they are doing,
But am I homesick?
How can I be?
I look around and see
Where I am and what I’m doing.
Will I be glad to get home,
Or sad to leave this place?
Yes.