Heading Home

Where is the light?
What became of the peace?
When I'm standing in the shadow of this beast, looking at what I've become.

Moving forward,
Steps foot by foot in line.
Traveling a journey on this road in wait of a sign, searching for the sun.

On this road,
In this life,
On this journey,
We'll find the light.

And I'm walking along the road,
So that I can reach you.
But I need to make it to the end.
Still walking along this road,
To where you'll be at my side.
I'm heading home; will I ever see the end?

Shadows masking the way,
Reflecting stone hearts.
In a constant battle for mortal peace in innocent eyes.
Love forgotten.
Dark finds us,
To kill us.
Living in dead bodies has become a mortal hobby,
Through the eyes of the beholder.

On this road,
In this life,
On this journey,
We'll find the light.

And I'm walking along the road,
So that I can reach you.
But I need to make it to the end.
Still walking along this road,
To where you'll be at my side.
I'm heading home; will I ever see the end?

Can you see the peace,
Inside yourself?
In your broken heart?

Can you find the path,
Inside yourself?
In your broken heart?

Inside,
In your heart,
In your mind,
Is your path.
Inside,
Within you,
You can make it home.

And I'm walking along the road,
So that I can reach you.
But I need to make it to the end.
Still walking along this road,
To where you'll be at my side.
I'm heading home; will I ever see the end?

Can see you in the distance.
I've found the light inside me.
Finding you has made me,
Whole again.
I've made the distance,
My heart has been cleansed,
Now that I'm home again.

Inside,
In your heart,
Within you,
You can make it home.

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This poem I wrote using a ghost tune (a song as the rhyming structure of my poem) and is about finding peace within yourself.