You Call This Your Home

His home lay where he could not see
Overtaken by the darkness of fancies
He called himself a traveller benighted
Who clung on until there flowed a tide with a strong embrace
You call this your home
He travelled far and light
Except a sorrow that etched away a heart
And left its mark for all to see
Who dared look back at him, now down on his knees.
There lies the way
We’ll taste the cold spray
You call this your home
You call this your home
You call this your home….