A Million Miles From Home
Like a distant radio station
out there, somewhere,
is a song calling
in the glimmer of light falling,
a voice carried upon the air
as persistent as a prayer.
It whispers in the wind
blowing here to there, and back again.
It pushes through me
with an alluring awe and beckoning beauty.
I feel a million miles from home
Out in this desert all alone.
I sit under the sky of blue
and feel the soft wind too.
I see the sun passing by
watching, like God's open eye.
There's a weariness within
the weight of worldly sin.
It's a long way home
from where I now roam.
Yet, I can't stay still
following the spirit's will.
Best to travel light
while carrying this blight,
old worn boots and a hat
nothing more than what you can handle on your back.
Trust the love of strangers
passing through this land of dangers.
Places will come, and places will go
all things above, and all things below.
On and on we all must roam
for we're still a million miles from home.
The deaf will listen, the blind shall look
the answers await in an old, old book.
Perhaps only the heart here truly understands
the incredible gift offered to man.
We are all a million miles from home
and tired to the bone,
but out here what can we do, where can we go?
We'll just keep moving until we find we know
what yet we do not know.