LYRIC FOR SALE

By Peter Paul Licata

WELCOME HOME
VERSE 1
I moved through memories soft and slow,
like watching films from long ago.
Each moment drifting through the air,
untouched by weight, untouched by care.
The world behind me slipped away,
yet nothing urged my heart to stay.
A quiet truth began to rise,
reflected in the endless skies.
PRE-CHORUS
A gentle breeze began to rise,
like whispered love from distant skies.
And something deep I couldn't place
seemed to pull me toward another space.
CHORUS
I felt a pull beyond the blue,
a place my heart already knew.
A quiet voice, a gentle tone,
calling softly, “Welcome home.”
The air was warm, the shadows thin,
I wondered where I'd wandered in.
And though I traveled on my own,
something whispered, “Welcome home.”
VERSE 2
I felt the weight of years unwind,
like someone brushed the dust from time.
And every sorrow I had known
grew lighter with each step I roamed.
The colors slowly turned to gold,
a warmth I somehow seemed to know.
And every step brought deeper peace,
as if the road itself were release.
CHORUS
I felt a pull beyond the blue,
a place my heart already knew.
A quiet voice, a gentle tone,
calling softly, “Welcome home.”
BRIDGE
A warmth I knew but couldn't place
began to gather shape and face.
A silhouette began to rise,
familiar even through the skies.
My father's smile, my mother's grace
stepped forward from that glowing place.
And running circles near their feet
was Shultz, who barked as if to greet.
No pain remained, no need to roam.
I knew at last that this was home.
And though no words were carved in stone,
I heard them say, “You're not alone.”
FINAL CHORUS
The light grew wide, the veil grew thin,
I felt their love come rushing in.
And in that love I'd always known,
I heard it clear:
“Welcome home.”
OUTRO
The world behind me gently dimmed.
A brighter world was drawing in.
I wasn't falling, wasn't gone,
just stepping where my soul belonged.
And in that peace, the truth was shown—
I hadn't left.
I'd made it home.