The Quest to Return Home

Exploring the sights of seeing our home,
Revisiting the tour that seems so far as we roam,
This negligence of our ancestor,
A reward of complacency & disobedience to their creator,
The result,
Casted out by their foes,
Send forth with woes,  
A life of throes,
Having the creator repented of His will for man,
Leaving him with crippled thoughts of us,
Unfulfilled intentions for mankind,
A cloud of doubt revealed on historical perfection,
All that brought us to this path;
Is the key to end our struggles,
Whether this is the truth or a fact;
This pain has revealed our toggles,

Some certain doors just must be closed,
Some bolted doors must just be re-opened,
Grace must be our companion once again,
Lost into the realm that invested all to vain,
Having denied God His helping hand,
He stood still, letting man stand on sinking sand,
Such realm as this,
Makes us sing ballads of bliss,

There’s no place like home,
No softness as foam,
The fire that rages in our hearts,
Its passion burns continually on our paths,

This search seems endless,
Yet, our comfort lies in its hope,
On this path we feel hardness,
Our desire has hooked us to a dope,

We keep searching,
Till we find our home,
Perhaps on our way,
Our creator will show His mercy,
And bless us with manna.

In this endless search,
Our mothers did give birth,
Our fathers did grow old,
Our daughters lose their scent,
All our youths also went cold,

In this endless search,
Every hint seems fruitless,
Yet every breath that comes gives us hope,
We feel we are closer each passing day,
We think we are still far; night after night,  
Yet we remain on this quest,
We’ve got the compass,
We shall prevail this test,
As we surf through our atlas,

Every day, a man is born,
Inquisitive with eyes full of questions,
Having bodies strong enough to force out the answers,
We long to return home,
We long to end this roam,
This gate to heaven,
This paradise on earth,

O’ how have we so fallen?
How deep or how far?
How long will it take us coming?
How short will it be by car?
How have we deserted the place of glory-
For the huts of shame?
Whether Adam was fooled and Eve was deceived-
It’s all the same,
On this journey we’ve embarked on,
The fruit of temptation ‘apple’,
Is what we buy and eat to sustain us as we go on.

WRITTEN BY: Nameless Calvary