My heart races ahead of itself in gleeful delight
I jump up from whatever I'm doing
At that point you walk through the door, nothing in the world matters but you
I run into your arms and hold you, wishing you didn't have to leave again so soon
But that's life, and you work hard for us
And no matter how short, those are the brightest sunshines ever
The moments you walk in the door.
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