Coming Home

Sweet fragrance of the morning still smells the same to me

And golden leaves still tremble upon the Aspen tree,

Snow capped peaks still stand so proud against an azure sky,

Just as in my memories an eagle passes by,

And it feels like I am coming home.

Faces of old friends I see and new ones to be found,

Whisper of the ancient pines, a so familiar sound,

Golden dawn awakening with loved ones by my side,

The music and the laughter that lived and never died,

And it feels like I am coming home.

Daylight slowly fades away and finds me standing here

With a bronze eternal figure, softly shed a tear,

I take your hand and know, you have always been a part,

This place and you live in me, forever in my heart.

And now I know that I have come home.