Going Home

I'm going home, home, home,
the place were my haunts
are connected to trees,shadows,
and hollows in the ground.
Where the ghost of my younger self
still plays eternally, never to grow up

I'm going home, home, home,
where images of that ghost
lines the hallway smiling
through pictures kept in glass and wood
Where memory is visually, yet vague
time trapped unmovable and frosted

I'm going home, home, home
to find that ghost and steal it
steal its creativity, its life, its dreams
to steal the child that hides in me
Where my heart was hardened
against the past, to empower myself

I'm going home, home, home
where my history began
where my pain started and ran
ran away, ran inward, ran on and on
Home to where my ghost lives
where I was happy once.

I'm going home, home, home
to the only place I never belonged
to the place my heart lives
to the where my smiling picture
reminds me of my planned future
reminds me of where I went wrong

I'm going home, home, home
and yet, and yet, and yet
I am not going all the way
Not as deep as I could go
Rather I am visiting, touching
barely the past of joy and peace

Truly going home, home, home
would mean forgiving, forgetting
would mean mercy and love
would mean killing that ghost child
Where is my true home?
Where can I really go?

I'm going home, home, home
Not to where my ghost lives
Not to where my haunts remain
rather onward I will tread
Where angles 'round the thrown
sing about the grace of the Lord.

I'm going home, home, home
To the one in whom I belong
To where my history lives now
Where I am present and past and future
Where God's grace and mercy
Live in and all around me.

I'm going home, home, home
To the place where my soul belongs
where the soul comes from
Then only then, will I have peace
and heal the wounds of that other place
Take me away! Take me up there
For I'm going home, home, home...