Make My Way Home

Life can be a sweet conversation

Between the dark and the light

Can be a cool evening breeze

After a day that burned bright

Can be a moth that flickers around the porch light

And in a moment it is gone

I’m at ease sitting here

Where I’ve been restless before

I can hear the sea whisper lost secrets to the shore

I once lived in the future

But I don’t anymore

And the past is a story told

I’m pushing nothing away

Letting be what will be

Not holding on tight

Starting to feel free

Softening this heart

Trusting these bones

All of this time

I just been trying to make my way home

This being human is a question

That slowly unfolds

Like the sun in the east

As the dawn starts to show

Truth is most of us are doing the best that we know

Hoping certainty comes in the end

I have searched for the meaning

I have searched for the song

I have searched for the place

In which I belong

Till I found it was always right here along

Staring me straight in the soul

I’m pushing nothing away

Letting be what will be

Not holding on tight

Starting to feel free

Softening this heart

Trusting these bones

All of this time, I just been trying to make my way home