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