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Baclayon Church, Bohol

{An old photo--restored and reprocessed.  Trying TTV processing courtesy of Aileen}

When I was young, my mom used to enlist me to various singing competitions. I hated it, so sometimes she would bribe me into joining. The song "Home" is one of the songs I used to sing. Apart from it's wonderful message, it's supposed to be a winning song--nice melody, high pitch and it showcases the singer's ability to hit high notes. I won one singing competition with this song--a local one, of course.

Until now, this song has remained one of my favorites and I would sing or hum its tune whenever I miss home, whenever I miss Bohol.

When I think of home

I think of a place where there's love overflowing

I wish I was home

I wish I was back there with the 

Things I´ve been knowing

Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning

Suddenly the raindrops that fall have a meaning

Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean

Maybe there's a chance for me to go back 

Now that I have some direction

It would be sure nice to be back home

Where there's love and affection

And just maybe I can convince time to slow up

Giving me enough time in my life to grow up

Time, be my friend

Let me start again

Suddenly my world´s gone and changed it's face

But I still know where I'm going

I have had my mind spun around in space

And yet I have watched it growing

Oh If you're list'ning God

Please don't make it hard to know

If we should believe in things that we see

Tell us, should we run away should we try and stay

Or would it be better just to let things be?

Living here, in this brand new world

Might be a fantasy

But it taught me to love

So it's real, real to me

And I've learned

That we must look inside our hearts

To find a world full of love

Like yours

Like mine

Like home...