Back in the Wind

The draw upon me heavy as I've tossed my wandering ways
For years I've cast myself happily, as a normal man and stayed

This day I do confess myself a traveler once again
Yet not a man the same, as the man I was back then

The wind has nigh stopped calling me to it's own path and cry
Yet upon it's beacon do I return anew toward my own path of day and night

Yes I have returned to my place upon the breeze
But now I have a shelter, a home of which I need

Here upon the highways may now myself be found
But as I travel on, it's to my family am I bound

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