Coming home

To turn my face up to the sky

And feel the rain with all its pain

To look a dark cloud in the eye

And to say – bring it on again

This is how it must feel

To be bleeding but not slain

To climb a mountain to the top

Look around and claim the view

To have blisters on the feet

And to say – oh I knew

This is how it must feel

To rise up and renew

To look deep into your eyes

And to know I’m not alone

To hear you call my name

Breathing life into a stone

This is how it must feel

To sit on a high throne

To be lost and then found again

To be able to come home

Published by ElusiveSilence

Always wondering....

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