I Am Coming Home

I am Coming home Back to the path that i have passed For no single being;Magical or Natural; Knows the blister in my heart I am Coming home To tell the world of my Feat Joy and Smile stole my face as I depart The road blew warm cross my path The tree swayed forth and back Sweet tone fill my hearing from the parrot A great joy I left home My smile quenched with pain I was pregnant for sorrow Crumbled bones made a'la carte I lost hope against the Morrow I strive in a pit land My hand dip (deep) in my pocket born Cane; Cane of sugar stolen while being fed by the farmer's cane I am Coming home Let the rain wash away All the pains of yesterday I am Coming home The pasture here has made the colour of the sky I am coming home, with hope of a better life