Just a Matter of Time

Walking along carrying a ragged suitcase full of memories
Never looking back to what was
Stronger thinking what is ahead
The road may be long
But while it seems tomorrow never comes
While hope is never-ending.
With the knowing, that too many dreams have come true
Just one last dream, I wait to see.
A simple thought of a place called, "home"
Being an exile was just a word,
The coming home, is just a matter of time.

- HRM Deborah

“Jerusalem, is the center of the earth.”