Our Journey

The life of men begin and end at the same place. From the Home doth men depart, To live a life that’s weary and hard, To grow up in the lies and farce, That pervades the Earth as we know it today. No memory of Home doth our minds keep, No feelings or thought from where we used to sleep In peace and in quiet and with the bleating of sheep, Where love and life prevail over everything. And between the two endpoints many roads lie in wait. The roads of the World run long and wide, A highway of people running out of time, With treasures galore and pleasures so fine, Yet they run on, discontent with their belongings. Farther they reach, and farther they go, Searching for happiness on those wide roads, But the thousands of people with you go to show, That the happiness everyone’s looking for is not found on the World’s roads. The right path is unexpectedly simple to find. Off on the edges can be found, Narrow, small holes really, in the roads brush, That lead to another path, strenuous and rough, A path of trials, not for the faint of heart. But for those who abandon their fallen ways, For those who long to live at Home again, Help you will find, help to travel on, To come back to the place whence you started from. The right path leads you Home, to love and to life.