My Way Home
Paths to follow, or roads to lead, where shall I go?
Walking on thorns I begin to bleed, how could I know?
Tis the beginning or near the end, what shall it be?
When I came to a forest of the sun, I begin to see
The light which is given from the One, I begin to plea.
Mercy was given in the valley of the sun, I began to be
The light which is before me, known from the shadows I left behind.
When I came into the walls of a tainted jungle there is a tangled vine.
When I unraveled the mystery of the time, I tasted a pure wine
And she has put me in a daze.
Why, oh why must I still gaze
Into the eyes of time's forgetful maze,
Of these paths to follow or roads to lead, where shall I go?
……..???
Walk on clouds of sorrow… I no longer bleed…I found the way home!
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