As a wanderer, I traveled the world outside my home
walking the road to it’s end.
At first the road was hard and lonely until I found a friend.
I sat with him while the embers burned and warmed my soul
within the homely abode.
Prepared again for the world outside, I took the wayward road
Yet when the sun sank down and cold set in, the way had been lost.
So on a stone I sat and thought
How once I shared the shelter but currently did not
In that moment of true despair, I finally made my peace.
Finding an abode in my own,
I remembered my friend, I remembered my home.