The Glow of Home

The day is now no longer,

So I let tears fill my eyes,

I want no one to remind me,

Morning’s sun is sure to rise.

As I look into my lantern,

The orange glow’s not bright

But enough to fill my darkened room

all through the darkest nights.

In the lantern I see my home,

The place my roots run deep

The grass and fields we ran through,

Childish memories that they keep.

I see in there my people,

The ones that held my hand,

The beaches that I played on,

Where I made castles in the sand

The western waves I swam in,

The ones that wait for me,

The ones I’d give my life,

To touch, to feel, to even see

The people where I come from,

The ones that caught my tears

The ones that bought me sweeties,

Gave me money,

Sneaked me beers.

I hear the language of our land

It echos through the sky,

While I sit here in torture,

watch my own life pass me by.

Would I have given up,

If I’d seen what was to come,

I’ve learnt out here the hard way,

luck will only favour some .

But the dreams are cutting short now,

It’s morning so I know,

The blinding lights of the ward

Will drown my Lantern’s glow

Mel. ECW