The Way Home

I don't know
the way home.

But I know
that home is
where my heart is.

And so I go
where my heart takes me....
through the dirt,
and the stormy seas,
through the hills
and valleys so green,
through wild forests
and manicured gardens,
through dark tunnels
and sun-splashed mornings.

My heart -
she leads me,
she watches
my every step,
she holds me
as I stumble and tread,

She weaves
with utmost care,
the fabric of my life -
keeping me warm,
holding the light,
to show me the way.

I don't know
the way home.

But I know that
wherever I go,
and whatever I do,
I take
my home
along, with me.