A place called Home

Home, sweet home

It is always nice to have a place called home

A place you find refuge; a place of quiet

Serenity, peace and integrity...

A place where I make the point

Of leading my heart through the clearing

Nothing terrorizes me

And instills fear in to my soul

Crashing my dreams, my hopes and my faith

A place called home

Will help walk the one who has

To cross an open world without love

It feels so alone, naked, and powerless...

In crossing this uncovered landscape called World 

I am in a trance-like state

As I make my way trough the fields of life

Noticing the beauty, the ugly and the agony

Of this life,,,

As I walk through my world,

Wondering, dreaming, and wishing

For a place called home

My home, my own home...

Where I can feel peace, calm, serene...

Knowledge that I am alive and safe in my home

No need to be scared anymore......

Oct 10 2000

YB