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.