I'm going home. 

I don't know... 
    how long it takes, 
    what path I choose, 
    even how to get there.

But I do know
    I will make it home somehow. 

It is one thing to know someday I need to go home,
    and another to actually embark on journey home. 

On my way home 
    I reflect on all the years of my life. 
    Every step I take, every memory I cherish,
    I laugh, I cry, I sigh, I regret. 

The closer I get to the home, 
the more anxious I become. 

But I have a companion, 
    who has gone through this journey  
    who walks along with me
    from the beginning all the way to the end. 

I am scared; I am trusting. 
I am sad; I am rejoicing. 
I am disappoionted; I am expectant. 
I am tired; I am renewed. 

I'm going home.