HOMECOMING

When Fridays come around, 
And I'm counting days,
you might know what I'm waiting on, 
HOMECOMING
Later tonight, 
after a great Swather game, 
the lights will go out,
and sounds will ring,
and colors will shine,
until about nine,
then lights will be turned back on,
i'll be laying on the ground,
wishing it hadn't passed so soon.
i solemly walk home. 
sleep is in dire need,
i fall on my bed,
waking up, to a new day,
and still smelling like fireworks,
and waiting on next 
HOMECOMING.