Returning Home


Through distant hills that call to me,

Along the forests filled with trees.

Over roaring rivers and crystal seas,

Your voice of laughter floats in the air.


As a cloud floats over high above,

In the clear blue skies flies the dove,

The dove that brings forth the Master’s love,

So come your passion and your care.


As a lover holds his beauty’s heart,

And shows his affections from the start,

As though he were hit with Cupid’s dart,

To keep his maidens love, so fair.


Likewise a flower is planted deep,

Within a daisy field where the breeze doth sweep,

And we as lambs run to our sheep,

Like I, a returning soldier, back from despair.



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