The Great Road to Home

Follow the splintered starlight on
For home is where it goes
Keepeth the window that opens wide
For the shackles will soon be none

Solve the iron rage of wind
That counsels that fractured soul within
It flits atop a restless breeze
Carrying away the sorrow and sin

Break the swallowed, scented wrath
That tames the conquered sea
They reign in some off-charted world
Where kind lines of maps are seen

For those who lust the hearth of home
Where worries go from all to one
Wear the trickled thoughts of travelled men
Go down like the setting sun

We are the gang of hearty fools
Who bound in love-lost fields
And disappear into the world
Holding borrowed shields

For this is the song of familiar keeps
Of taverns and tailored tales
That whisper across the lands of old
For those on land or sails