Home

The voices of relatives long time gone

Smiles and times we've spent I can't forget

Laughs that etch their way into stone

After all these years

And all signs point right back to home

The air doesn't clear nearly fast enough around here

Choked words and unfinished sentences

There's never been any subtle messages of home

Trees and roads

And all roads point right back to home

You're eyes are shut

Recalling what your mother said

Legs can't walk

Giving up

Giving up is not one of the options

Giving up is not in the plans

I know the trip is long on the body

So don't ask if we're there yet like a child

Cause patience is a virtue

Rain and snow

And all roads point right back to you

Find the path of consistency

Sink my teeth into it

Soak my feet in the mud of my past

Flesh and blood

And all roads point right back to home