Home

Throughout our travels, we will always have a home.

In the foothills of the Appalachian
My quaint nest calls me home
To the golden sun kissed skies
Where barefoot I would roam

I recall memories with my kin
The fires which illuminate the sky
The plethora of summer nights
It's here my soul would lie

I traveled high, low, and far away
In hopes of finding happiness and truth
Little did my naive mind know
I had found it in my youth

It takes a man so many travels
And guidance from the stars above
To realize the place you search for
Is home where you are loved