Going Home
Going Home
There’s been so many things
That I’ve run from
Been so many things
That I have run to
Some times with open arms
Sometimes on my knees
The dusty pavements and paths
Have welcomed me
Searching in the dark
By match burnt candle light
Walking in the tunnels
Of too bright sun light
Tracks which lead to the mountain head
Where thin air led my heart
Back to the valleys
Where you slept
Through barren grass
So many in their fields
Just veins inside a forest floor
Wandering forever lost
To the sea the roads have brought me
To the waves which can only show me
A map to guide me
Back to you
And on the tourist clouds
Which escape at sunset
On the freedom breeze
Where their colours breathe me
I no longer roam
I find my way back home
While the foot prints that I leave
No longer matter
The sands of time
Lost to their own desert
Just a life inside an hourglass
I haven’t roamed on these bridges
Of forever
Just to end the single thread
Which has lead me
Balanced on the tight rope
Of your heart
And it may be the freezing rain
Which comes to batter
And there may be no light at all
Upon the road
Still the tower of your love
Still shines there before me
A compass to guide me on
And on the day
When the sun billows into being
And the sails of love
Will find my tired feet
When your hand is no longer the ghost
Which saves me
But a palm that reaches out
To feel my own
I will no longer roam
I will have found my way
Back home
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