Vagabond

Vagabond, home is on the wind

scattered across the land and sea.

Built of dreams long dead and hopes,

hopes longing for light only to rescind

into the night to take flight.

Crows on moon lit nights guide

to hopeful heights only to vanish,

vanish among the clouds and hide

in the night and lose height.

Vagabond, home does not exist

it is not a place nor scattered.

Built of fear roaringly alive and despair,

despair longing for light lost in the mist.

Vagabond, home does not exist.

Wolves on moon lit nights howl

Mournful cries drift and stretch,

stretch on the wind to the searching owl

Both lost in the night and longing for light.

Vagabond, home does exist

if only I were brave enough.

Brave enough to search within and allow

my heart to escape the wall built in the mist.

Home is not where the heart is

home is the heart.

Vagabond, wherever I go I am home.

Wherever I go I am not alone.

I am home.