Not Home Yet

As stroll along life's road, many hours more to be hold. Many more hours have gone, mayb finding us right or wrong, weak or strong. Climbing many a mountain, passing many a fountain. Traveling through the valley, neither stopping long, or dilly dally. A thought should we stroll with, one of so much truth it can not be myth. A truth to take along the way, one that has us guard all we do and say. So either on a car, bus, plane or jet, remeber to fix you eyes to the sky, we aren't home yet.