Thursday, 15 September 2016


You're packing up your sleeping bag,
Your lantern and tent,
And you're off to find the life you lost.
But you're not sure where it went.
And I hope the mountains teach you,
how to stand both tall & proud.
that you see your life much clearer
With your head held above the cloud.
I hope you swim through rivers
with their currents swift & fast.
That they show you must be careful
when you wash away your past.
I hope that you are humbled
by the vastness of the sea.
That the eagles high above you
make you feel like you're free.
I hope when night has fallen
And your fire is just a spark,
that the stars shine just to remind you
That there is beauty in the dark.
But most of all I'm hoping
that you're learning while you roam,
that no matter the distance
You can always come home.

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