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This is another favorite poem of mine, but in my opinion it doesn't add up to My Heaven Is When I'm With You. If you haven't read that one yet, you should!

The wind is blowing through the trees,
What a lonely sound it makes.
A withered leave blows off a branch
And to the ground it takes.

I hear a sound and turn around
I see a bird take wing,
From one tree to the next it goes
A merry song it sings.

But that's the only merry sound
As through the trees I roam,
I go this was and that way
Searching for my home.

I see a clearing up ahead
At last my home is near!
I go and knock upon the door
But no one seems to hear.

I open the door and go inside
But I am turned away,
"You have not been home for years,"
That is what they say.

My heart is broke, I turn and go
Behind me they shut the door.
Lost and alone inside the woods
Is where I'll be evermore.