The Source

I drift upon the tides
of love's tomorrow
arisen from the realms
of endless sorrow

for with the faith of a child
I have found the  calm
within the endless wild
of emotion
believing only this
that love exists
and must be followed

for beyond the expectation of return
the light of endless fires burn
and the source, the key
of all we are
and all we're meant to be
is love

I feel belief arising
from deep within my heart
as spirit freed
of make-believe
becomes the source
of every dream
that ever leads me home...


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Take me home...