HOMECOMING

         
          Still in a daze, we dream of a life
          filled with abuse, anger and strife.
          Swans, head up high, plenty of pride,
          the water is pure, the Sun is their bride.


          Souls are alike: noble grace, wild
          yearning for love, craving for guide
          to enter the glade - its breeze as a bright
          lantern of peace, free flying kite -


          where there is no fear, there is no fight,
          where united as ONE, All becomes LIGHT.