Home
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
It feels like a never-ending journey
And i will never reach my point.
The days have been frying me.
And the nights leave me frozen.
I've even dealt with strong winds,
Blowing dirt and sand in my eyes.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
I have walked many trails,
And dirt roads belong the way.
I seem to end up in dead ends.
And detours along the way.
I had to take different directions,
Which have left me confused.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
The coyotes and vultures are always following me.
Waiting for my body to give in.
One day I thought what's the use.
Until I saw home in my viewing.
It look all my strength,
And soul I have left to reach it.
I've been traveling for days,
Trying to find my way home.
The trip took a lot of me.
But I knew it was worth it.
cc2000fsully
Copyright © Fabiola Sully | Year Posted 2006
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