You Call This Your Home - Hannah Peel

His home lay where he could not see

Overtaken by the darkness of fancies

He called himself a traveller benighted

Who clung on until there flowed a tide with a strong embrace

You call this your home

He travelled far and light

Except a sorrow that etched away a heart

And left its mark for all to see

Who dared look back at him, now down on his knees

There lies the way

We’ll taste the cold spray

You call this your home

You call this your home

You call this your home?