Home at Last

Home at Last.

And when this journey’s over, I know I seized the day,

I’m headed for my Home, a place where I can stay.

No matter where I go, I’m not too far away,

Because Home’s not a place from which you’ll ever stray.

I know Home is a house, a home can be a tree,

My Home was Cherryhill, my Home was you and me.

My Home is everywhere, no matter where I’ll be.

Home’s not a destination, it is the whole journey.

There’s no more kissing lips, there’s no more me and you,

I thought I’d lost my Home, did not know what to do,

But you were never Home, here’s one more thing that’s true:

I’m never more at peace than now, here, without you.

I was never at Home just sitting all alone.

I thought it was a palace, Home had to be the throne.

I thought that Home was safety, you could not break a bone.

As I was to discover- safety does not mean Home.

For safety’s isolation, safety inspires fear.

Safety’s what disallowed me to whisper in your ear.

But Home is taking risks- it’s cascade water clear

To be at Home means speaking to those who love to hear.

And me? I loved your thoughts. I loved to hear you sing.

I loved to hear your voice, I thought about a ring

I loved to play guitar, no matter what the string.

I loved to feel your love, regardless of the sting.

And although that’s all gone, I do not miss the past

I thought that it was perfect, but knew it wouldn’t last.

My broken bones have healed, my heart’s still in a cast-

But what I know for sure is- now I’m Home at last.