Home

I'm looking for home
A solid foundation
I'm looking for home
A birth of a nation
I'm looking for home
A place I cannot flee
I'm looking for home
Something that is a part of me
I'm looking for home
I am just a wonderer
I'm looking for home
I feel like it is further
I'm looking for home
Can you guide me?
I'm looking for home
A place that I can be
I'm looking for home
Where the rules do not apply
I'm looking for home
A place where I can fly
I'm looking for home
The land so serene
I'm looking for home
And what it can mean
I'm looking for home
For everything is real
I'm looking for home
A place for a kind meal
I'm looking for home
Does it exist?
I'm looking for home
Where people put down their fist
I'm looking for home
Is it all just a dream?
I'm looking for home
Is this all it may seem?
I'm looking for home
Where mothers and fathers
And brothers and sisters
Stand together
I'm looking for home
A place that cannot deter
Home
Is it down a certain path?
I'm looking for home
It takes me away
From all the pain
And I turn to you
And ask
Where do I belong?
For when I think about it
I just drift along.

Wings of Glory

Is what I feel the whole world's weight upon my shoulders or is it my own guilt for it that has dragged me down?
How will I ever know?
When it is easy to point fingers and sabatoge love for anger.
Could it be that true passion lies within the beauty of self realization?
Or do masks unviel painted faces of glory?
Can hope defeat mockery?
While lies are wisped to create a sense of ideology that embraces nothing but agendas laying naked on bedsides of lions and tigers.
Flocks of sheeps are triggered by wolves of assumption,
Weeding out rams of ambition toward a waterless cliff.
Plundering like a wingless bird blinded by its lack of movement.
We stand together yet lose balance against our deepest misunderstandings.
And change will never become a white stallion galloping through like
thunder on top of an ageless mountain.
So gather up your news and stand firm.
Your day will come but it will be far too late to awaken the sun.

Refugee's Return

An old man walks silently among the olive branches

He sweeps his hand across each one,

His open arms embrace the fall and carry their limp figure toward the ground.

The ground feels his weight,

And once more the Earth trembles and weeps

Once more its tears flow rivers

Its mountains shake 

The sky dims its light.

Once more shadows fall among the lifeless roots 

And once more the man walks

Through the dust and sees another

His wrinkles barely noticed,

His brow still firm, his gaze steady.

He looks into the horizon across the land

Once more barren and terrorized

Once more savaged and naked

Once more footprints no longer seen.

He lays his head next to the soil

That grew and embraced the olive tree

Buried beneath emerging souls

A smile draws on his face

Whispers of words echo in the distance, 

The land awakens and welcomes the rhythm

Still alive to feel the touch of its people.

Overcome

I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Fears do not hold me
They lead you along
A road that only you can follow
Drenched with calm I will Lay
Against your empty touch
That's stolen my tenderness Away.
Walk alongside your reflection,
Your back shuns my shadow,
I draw near and you draw far
Closer to a dimmed moon
In the air of the still night
Like a hungry wolf searching the mountain
To pull water from an empty well.
With dismay, you will return
Empty soul and a strong stride
Nothing is left for you to wonder
But what was there plunged deeper
For truth cannot be dispersed
If it was meant for you to belong.
Reach inside and hold on
And cross paths again,
What you seek is what you have already found.