On a solid ground,

a curvy lane,

Is the narrow way back.

Out here is a roaring lion.

In here is as quiet as grave.


My heart never stops singing to me the missing song.

My foot is set to walk the track.

My eyes are looking back at my source.


I am not lost,

But out to make lot.

Now I'm weary from being away 

for too long.


I want to find my way,

My way back home,

For only there is where I truly belong.