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!