There’s
a sky that is a foreign sky
A
cloud that rolls too high
There’s
a mountain gives an eerie feel
As
an Eagle’s cry
There’s
a land that lies like a kaleidoscope
Of
all the other lands
And
brings back to memory
Fragments
like cracks in your hands
There’s
a time and a freshness of air
That
you search for but just cannot find
And
then there’s the touch of a tree
Like
its bark is a layer of mind
And
as you recall these things suddenly
Where
you are seems quite bare
And
you look about you for signs or a landmark
To
keep you from this despair
There’s
a thing that the wilderness does
-it
calls you from the depths of your brain
It
calls you to prove yourself brave
Be
courageous and prepared to suffer great pain
There’s
even a thing Society does –
It
calls you to seek out fortune or fame
It
says where you’ve come from means nothing
Go
forth and make a great name
And
even your own mother and father
Insist
on you going somewhere else
This
place where you’re born was your playground
Go
forth and discover yourself
All
these voices are calling you
And
so you go forth in good faith
To
board on a ship or a train or a plane
And
you travel out at a pace
And
you arrive in a great excitement
Full
of yourself and own ideas
And
it doesn’t seem to you like an arrogance
To
have turned up in a foreign land
To
face your fears
It
seems you do what is expected of you
It
seems living must mean to go to extremes
And
so you throw your money at the carnival caravan
And
you follow it like you follow your dreams
Except
one day something is stolen
Some
possession worth to you more than Gold
And
it lies on you to be beholden
That
a thing can be worth more than for what it is sold
And
a series of catastrophes strikes you
And
you start to see in shades of black
And
it seems that the paradise where you’ve chosen to stay
Is
beginning to want you to go back
And you start fights with the local lawmen
For
not helping you when you were down
And
they beat you until you’re battered and broken
Then
they leave on the outskirts of town
And
it seems too your dreams are broken
As
they lie like shattered glass on the ground
And
when you look into their mirror you are frozen
Into
a thousand selves spread all around
Now
you’re lost and you wish you had a home where
They
all knew you, and what you are about
And
so you figure you may start to travel homeward there
You’re
sure they’ll welcome you back with a shout
And
the road it is long, it is arduous
It
is filled with peril and pain
And
on the way many towns offer comfort and rest
The
kind to which the Devil would not complain
But
there is a voice that doesn’t shout loudest
There’s
a voice like a humble refrain
And
it calls to the boastful and proudest
It
tells them to let go of being vain
And
it cuts through the crowds like a fire hose
And
it quenches the burning house of its flame
And
it tells the Emperor to try on New clothes
And
it tells you to remember your true name
And
for the first time in your life you are listening
You
listen and it starts to speak again
And
the more time you give it the more its glistening
The
more it shines like a jewel in the rain
It
tells you to go back to your father
It
tells you he’s grieved for your loss
It
tells you not to travel any farther
No
more the gamblers dice you must toss
And
you wander over the mountains
And
you travel out beyond streams
Until
you come to the land of fresh fountains
To
the home where you first had your dreams
And
you call, call up to your father’s Homestead
You
say forgive me for I was so lost
Your
father embraces his Son who was a Ghost
By
returning you are brought back from the dead
