A Home Too Far

Here again, we are hopefully looking for a route 
Leading to a  place believed to be our root
A place where we were free before taken to be slaves

All we hope was to be free from their oppressive sleeves
Searching the earth to find our home, was the only hope
We knew, though we were at the verge of discovering our home

But the clues were very hard  and dark to see us through
Lighting candles in the forest to see a real path to the home
That we cherish , was the only skill we have to get us through

The woods, yet still it was way too hard and dark to get us home
Letting go, was not an answer, but reaching our goal was better
And it was the only the only thing that matters
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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