The voice that once called me to	. . .	. . .
. . .	the far away	. . .
. . .	I followed	everywhere it led
. . .	. . .	. . .
And there I was	. . .	. . .	. . .
. . .	far from my home	only the print of my feet
. . .	. . .	left upon the sand.
. . .	This my final thought	in this 'nighted land
And there I am	. . .	. . .
. . .	out in a wasteland	aching for love
. . .	. . .	yearning for home
. . .	. . .	. . .
. . .	. . .	. . .
Then a voice called to me	. . .	. . .
. . .	See your heaven	there can be joy
. . .	for your weary spirit	life
. . .	to replace what was lost	to you
. . .	in your bleak wasteland	. . .
. . .	. . .	. . .
And here I am	. . .	. . .
. . .	in my warm safe home	. . .
. . .	with you,	with you,
. . .	. . .	. . .
. . .	. . .	. . .
Then I turned my face	. . .	. . .
. . .	toward the shining light	. . .
. . .	Mist that hangs like silk	shimm'ring in starlight,
. . .	Trees that rise so high	reaching for the sky,
. . .	And a hearth that calls to me	here do I belong:
. . .	Here I'll gladly stay.	. . .
. . .	. . .	. . .
And here I am	. . .	. . .
. . .	in my warm safe home	. . .
. . .	with you	with you
. . .	. . .	. . .
. . .	. . .	. . .
All around our home	. . .	. . .
. . .	It's your face I see
. . .	. . .	smiling back at me
When the voice calls me	. . .	. . .
To the far away		. . .
. . .	It's yours that I hear.	. . .
. . .	Here alone	is your home,
. . .	you say,	my love.
. . .	. . .	. . .
Here I am	. . .	. . .
. . .	in my warm safe home	. . .
. . .	with you	with you.
. . .	. . .	. . .

Copyright © 1996 Laurarien
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