The Name

My name you don't know,
you don't know.
And where I go,
you won't go, oh no.
I'm on my way,
on my way.
I'm going there this very day,
this very day, all the way.
And I'll get there all alone,
all alone.
When I arrive I'll be home,
I'll be home, and not alone.
When I go through that door,
that front door, one thing's for sure;
She'll be awaiting there,
waiting there, oh so fine and fair.
Well I told you all I'd go,
oh now, I told you so;
don't go hanging your head so low.
My time and energy were all spent,
so like I said, I up and went.
No goodbye,
just time to fly.
I went on home, all alone,
home, where I belong.
Went all the way that day,
singing this song;
Back to my honey's arms,
back to the good ol' farm,
far away from all life's cruel harm.
My name is mine,
and now I'm fine;
for here I am,
she's my gal and I'm her man.
Here with her I'll stay,
till my dying day;
cause she shares my name,
and yea, it's the same.
It'll be hers and mine,
untill the end of time...

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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