Coming Home

It was a journey, hard and perilious
Lonely and full of hopelessness

One could see the light shining at the end
After a time of being in the darkness

Oh how beautiful it looks, so bright and new
Breathtakingly brutal and out of this world

Shielding your face, an unconscious move
Unaccustomed to the light being so cruel

Suddenly it dawns upon you, cold and clear
This where it ends where happiness ruled

You feel the smile spread on your face
A feeling of ecstasy long forgotten

A long lost idea, feeling belonged
This is the place, which is called home



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