When your alone without anyone who cares,
your on the highway to no where, not true,
your home never is of this world, so don't be
fearful, soon your highway will lead you home.
Tears shed pain can lead you astray, It
hurts to have no one when once your life
was full of laughter, your highway of emptiness
shall lead you home to peace and happiness.
Lift your arms toward the heavens, they open up
for you, though you may not see, the heart that is
humble shall never walk alone to long.
Hold tight, like flying a kite, it flies so free in the
breeze, your real home is not of this world, it is
only a place you grow.
If your road leads you no where, it really does,
it leads you to the gentle heartbeat of your
loving self, it leads you to your own space in
a world of mindless peace unspoken.
In paradise the road leads to God, you never
need to be alone again, no more tears that
brought darkness, now burdens disappear
leaving complete harmony.
