The road home I have searched for. The calendar has marked the years invested. The ruts in my heart bear the marks of miles traveled. New roads I think I find. In the end, the road leads to nowhere. Begin again, I must all the while I make up for lost time.
The road home I have searched for. My feet are sore. My eyes are weary. Mindlessly I head down another lane. In the distance I see a resting place. If only I can make it there. The voices of hunger and loneliness debate along the way.
The road home I have searched for. Someone pointed the way. I’ve heard it before; dare I believe them? Open my heart and walk in the way they say. The road home is the road of Love. But will you take my hand and lead the way?