Calling You Home

Where all the wild horses once roamed,
And Ocean's salt water here foamed,
(Though that was a long time ago)
I wouldn't mind calling this home.
Though it was a long time ago,
The wild horses no longer roam.
The ocean left salt for it's foam.
(Yes that was a long time ago;)
I wouldn't mind calling here home.
The salt to preserve what we own,
Wild horses, again may they roam,
The past was a long time ago.
I wouldn't mind calling you Home.