Home

              The grass in vacant fields,
trees abandoned to sorrow,
know nothing of green.

Sparkling, flowing, river,
azure morning heavens,
know nothing of blue.

             Unstable and wandering,
Perilous solitude,
I know nothing of home,
Until I come back to you.

               Lonely winter nights,
and the thieves it harbors,
know nothing of cold.

                        Rooms filled with friends,
                        the hearth blazing,
                        Know nothing of warmth.

            Shifting shores,
                        and lost at sea,
                        I know nothing of home,
                        Until I come back to you.

             My journey has led me astray,
                        My ship docked at strange ports,
                        The dirt road only goes two ways,
                        A sign labeled home and sickness.

          Shifting shores,
                        and lost at sea,
                        I’ve now found home,
                        I’m coming home to you.