**Verse 1** I used to count the days just to see your face, Count every visit, every minute, every space. A phone on the wall was my lifeline to you, And when that call ended, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't just reach you when my heart needed peace, Couldn't call in the morning, couldn't call in the evening. But now you're back home, and it's finally real— No glass between us, no locked doors to feel. **Verse 2** Then came that conversation, just you and me, No rushing the moment, no place we had to be. You opened your heart, and I opened mine, And somehow the years disappeared for a little while. We talked about hurt, we talked about change, About all of the things that life rearranged. And listening to you, I could finally see— The little boy I raised and the man you've come to be. **CHORUS** **I can call you! — Whenever I want! I can hear you! — Whenever I want! No more waiting, no more counting down, My son is home, he's back around! If I miss you at midnight, I'll pick up that phone, Just to hear you say, “Mama, I'm home.” After all that time, after all we've been through— **I can call you, baby, whenever I want to!** No more walls! No more gates! No more watching that clock! **You're home, you're free— And I'm calling my son!** **Verse 3** There were times I wanted to reach through that phone, Just to tell you, “My son, you're never alone.” I wondered what you needed, what you couldn't say, And wished I could take some of your pain away. But incarceration taught us both something deep— Some conversations get buried while we're trying to survive and keep. Now we don't have to save every word for a call, We can sit with the silence, we can say it all. **Verse 4** And I won't pretend that the past disappeared, Or that coming back home erased every tear. We've got things to unpack, we've got wounds to repair, But there's something powerful in simply being there. Because healing ain't always some beautiful speech, Sometimes it's sitting beside someone you've finally reached. Sometimes it's “I hear you,” sometimes it's “I'm here,” Sometimes it's laughing through everything we've feared. **Verse 5** Allah, the Most High, knows the roads we have walked, Knows every silent prayer, every word left unspoken. Knows every night I wondered if we'd be okay, Knows every tear I cried when I couldn't change the day. And I'm not taking this freedom for granted, not me— Because I know what it means when your loved one can't be free. So now that you're home, there's one thing I know: I'll cherish every conversation before we let it go. **Verse 6** So call me when you're hurting, call me when you're proud, Call me when you need me when the world gets too loud. Call me at midnight, call me at two, Call me just because you wanted to hear from me too. We've got years to rebuild, we've got memories to make, We've got bridges to cross and new roads to take. And after all those nights when I couldn't reach you, There's nothing more beautiful than simply being able to hear you. No more countdowns. No more waiting for the phone. My son is back home. My son is home. And if you want to talk until the morning comes through— **I'll stay on this phone all night long with you.**
