Tastes Of Home

Oh to go where the streams are calling,

Oh to walk in the footsteps of ghosts.

Oh to find yourself freefalling,

Oh to give-up on all your boasts.

Oh to touch the clouds when they’re sighing,

Oh to get lost in a starry night.

Oh to let loose with crying

Oh, Lord, stop my heart’s flight.

Oh to remember evenings past!

Rekindle creations romance once more…

Youth’s tears that fell too fast,

A flame you knew in your core.

Come back to me! Come back to me.

Awaken again this heart of stone.

Give me more than a taste, oh God!

Of that place that calls me home.