I Miss My Hometown

Friends on the porch, laughter in the air,

Barefoot summers, we didn’t have a care.

Mom’s sweet tea in mason jars,

Dreams as endless as the stars.

But time don’t wait, it moves so fast,

Leaves you chasing shadows of the past.

I miss my hometown, the old house on the hill,

Where the nights were quiet, and the world stood still.

Life was simple, and love was free,

Oh, take me back to the girl I used to be.

The creak of the screen door, the oak tree swing,

The sound of crickets, the joy they’d bring.

Sunday mornings, church bells rang,

That old life feels like a song I sang.

I miss my hometown, the old house on the hill,

Where the nights were quiet, and the world stood still.

Life was simple, and love was free,

Oh, take me back to the girl I used to be.

Time’s a thief, it takes and goes,

Leaves you longing for what it knows.

But in my heart, those days remain,

A little girl running through the rain.