Our Way Back Home
Our Way Back Home
Walk with me, this path does lead us
Curved and twisted thru the field
Tempting is the destination
And the secrets it may yield
Around the bend an entrance beckons
Long before the skies turn grey
Shrouded by the lost horizon
Wishing us to come and play
Raindrops gather in abundance
Threatening from over head
High above our wayward footsteps
Still we stroll along instead
Golden grasses form the boundary
Step between the flowing lines
Quickly now the leaves are blowing
Listen as the wind it whines
Nestled in a frame like forest
Set amongst the grandest view
Love awaits our storm chased folly
Calling out to me and you
Fade the darkness from your vision
Follow me to where I roam
Needless now to brave the weather
We have found our way back home
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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