Along all the travels this traveler roams
I find on the way to the wilderness home
The light of the way in the heart of the one
Whose heart, by its habit, was certain had none
So bright to the eye that I shielded my form
In a life without shelter from rain or from storm
I found what I sought in the home nestled there
And emptied the loneliness, clearing with care
The fury and wildness that worked in my heart
That animals caused will now flee and depart
As the blade of my terrible anger erased
And hilt of my rage broke the backs of their waste
In the light of the morning and heart of the day
In the gentlest of arms did I carry away
The tears are still shed for the pain and the cost
To the winsomeness hiding in wilderness lost
But, now, I can see in the light of her eyes
Her heart was the one gave that boot to the lies
The woods have now thinned leaving heart with the room
For home that is nestled in loving abloom
No more is the home to which no one would go
The feeling is right in the heart and the flow
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