Saturday, October 31, 2009
If you find it's me you're missing,
if you're hoping I'll return.
To your thoughts I'll soon be list'ning,
and in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing
as my journey nears its end.
And the path I'll be retracing
when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture,
chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling
and I'll return to you somehow.