Home Is Where You Hang Your Heart

Through the years, we travelled a lot,
Far across the wide open earth,
You see we were a Military family,
Like many,we soon came to know,
Home is where you hang your heart.
We were use to making friends along the way,
Knowing that one day, the tears would shed,
As we left behind the many friends,
Through the years that we had made.
The children would start new schools,
Always being the new kid year after year,
At first it would upset them,
After a while it seemed they never cared.
Like us they came to realize,this was Dad's job,
And this would be our way of life,
That home was where you hang your heart,
For Dad, the kids and his loving wife.
One day they wopuld go their own way,
But for us, we would linger on,
They would marry and settle down in a home,
But we'd go on to find where we belong.
As they grew, we began to grow old with age,
Soon it came time for him to retire to,
Not knowing how to relax, he signed up
With the Reserves, for something to do.
So our moving days are over,
But he is gone more often then before,
I find myself still waiting and watching for him,
Like so many times, as he come through the door.