I must resign to the fact that you not are here to hold my hand , able to wipe my tears away, to the painfully reality that you are far beyond my reach.
              


I know there were times when you thought wasn't listening , just know I heard all your words and now it is those same lessons that I am trying to teach.
        
                         For, I have not forgotten my way home.


There is so much that now stands between you and I , forever separated by immeasurable distance, never ending time and everlasting space.
      
                    

I manage to find some solace in the memories we have made, although harder it is becoming to even hear your voice let alone picture your face.  

                       Still I have not forgotten my way home.


I became lost in my own sorrow and the path leading to the other side at times can be so very dark, it feels like insurmountable twists and turns are constantly blocking the way.



Keep those big brown eyes focused, anything that comes easily is just not worth doing, the voice in my soul reminds me of theses words you used to say.

                      That is why I have not forgotten my way home.