The Way Home

Along my way paths opened before me,

I don’t know the way, it is not clear to me.

I peer down the paths and make my choice,

Start my walk and look all around me…

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The path is new, fresh and unknown,

Maybe I have found the way home…

The birds and bugs all have a voice,

They speak to me so I don’t feel alone.

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The canopy blocks most of the sunlight,

Some rays shine through for plants to grow right.

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves,

I shiver as I remember the cool of the night.

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I continue through the turns and twigs,

Wondering if home even exists.

I have been meandering for so long,

But now is no time to reminisce.

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I want to be home not on the road,

And be at peace so I can unload.

There is something up ahead just in sight,

The forest opens up to show me a crossroad.

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Along my way paths opened before me,

I don’t know the way, it is not clear to me.

I peer down the paths and make my choice,

Start my walk…

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Maybe I have found my way home…

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