I've been traveling a long way from home...
I just walked away-- Never dreamed of running away,
Needed to get away, from where I was just a child.
Trying to make my way; just to prove I have grown.
Gotta keep moving-- I wish I could stay...
But I gotta fly, I hear the call of the great blue wild.
Walking my path, that may just lead me home, but I'm not alone.
I guess, I can be thankful for one more day.
Maybe I should hang around for a while?
I've trekked through the snow, the rain and sun...
And, why should today be no different?
I guess I can say-- I don't know where I'm headed.
All I know is that I made it under the gun...
Taking what I can along the way, making today sufficient.
I took the curious road, I made a wish and I said it
It's not my will, that is going to be done,
Learning to count the grains of sand... I will be more patient.
I've made my choices and I don't regret 'em.
It's just after the storm...
My shoes are well traveled, and my soles are worn.
I'm coming back to the place where I was re-born.
Copyright 2008, StJames
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Roger Daltrey "After the Fire"