Going Home

The final destination

To a life’s quest

Finding where you belong

Where you were always

Meant to be

Where smells are familiar

Where strangers are like cousins

Where the language of your ancestors

Is the writing on the wall

Where thousands of years before

Our forefathers prayed

These stones have seen it all

And are the proof and testament

That we’ve been here before

We have always been here

And will continue to be

For this world must understand

That it is our one and only Home.