THE SONG TO HOME

There's a song where I come from

That carries on the air 

And runs along the currents

Where the water's deep and clear

In the meadows and the forests

In the ripples on the bay

It rises with the fireflies

And comes down with the rain

In the ocean's waves, it opens

From the river's mouth, it flows

With the sun, it travels west

It lights the way back home 

In the stillness, I can feel it

Lifting with the cricket song

Hovering over the garden

A dragonfly's wings in the sun

In the silence, I can hear it

It matches my heartbeat

And any other song I'd sing 

Would never sound as sweet

The sun is moving westward

The night herons are fishing

Where the river meets the sea

The silver bay is shimmering 

It moves out with the ocean

And flows inside my blood

In the stars, it gathers

When the heaven opens up

It lingers in between my lungs

And flows out with my breath

In the night, with feathered wings

It lifts out from my chest

It rises with the fireflies

And comes down with the rain

I only need to sing it

To be back home again.