homeward bound

The black and the grey, marred by yellow and white, call me "dear,come hither".
The hills, the plains, home to cars and trains
winding across its face they slither.

The big sky country with its loud booming voice
echos in my heart leaving me no choice
but to go
go

I treasure these hills, these trees, these rivers
but away I am called, "come hither, come hither"

Deep is the only way to breathe
when crossing these lands like seas
the sights and the glory
the old and new stories

my head fills with memories of beauty and pain
they built this character with everything to gain

the loss i have suffered from ignorant intent
has caused only a moment of solitary lament

the new days keep coming; causing the old to wither
they beckon me forth, "come hither, come hither"

whether here or there, near or far
my dark will always be light
take the bad with the good, the lesson from the scar
and the day will soon follow night