May 2016
familiarity can scar
on the home stretch*
to the haven we all belong
look out, out over the canyon
look how far the horizon yawns
the quaking feet dawns
on the dusty prairies and glittering streams
trembling vocals resonating where
the soul roams
we all simply want to belong
to something more than
the fistful of strife
quaking within our
the quaking rivulets
which run up and down
the road we have
come from
*and I am on my way
on the home stretch*
to the haven we all belong
look out, out over the canyon
look how far the horizon yawns
the quaking feet dawns
on the dusty prairies and glittering streams
trembling vocals resonating where
the soul roams
we all simply want to belong
to something more than
the fistful of strife
quaking within our
the quaking rivulets
which run up and down
the road we have
come from
*and I am on my way
