The words still ring with an ethereal hum
"I'm proud of the woman that you have become"
Home?
The wandering waters of unknowing
Have been forced ashore
By the tides of acceptance
And I am happy oblige
For too long have I drifted
Upon the endless non existence
Of emptiness
Home
The word seems unfamiliar to me
But with the foreignism
Comes arrows of hope
That pierce the stark pessimistic thoughts
HOME
I will sing this word from every angle of my world
Every misdirected pathway
Every crayon scribbled corner that I know
From the bottom of my gut
And the top of my heart
I can say
Home
And smile with the thought
I am forgiven
And I forgive
Forgetting comes later
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
The words still ring with an ethereal hum
"I'm proud of the woman that you have become"
Home?
The wandering waters of unknowing
Have been forced ashore
By the tides of acceptance
And I am happy oblige
For too long have I drifted
Upon the endless non existence
Of emptiness
Home
The word seems unfamiliar to me
But with the foreignism
Comes arrows of hope
That pierce the stark pessimistic thoughts
HOME
I will sing this word from every angle of my world
Every misdirected pathway
Every crayon scribbled corner that I know
From the bottom of my gut
And the top of my heart
I can say
Home
And smile with the thought
I am forgiven
And I forgive
Forgetting comes later
It never hurts to be loved once in a while.
