On My Way Home
by Dmitri Skomorochov
On my way home, I remembered trees, and the songs they used to sing,
And the light as it dances across the leaves, and the happiness they bring,
On my way home, I remembered stars, and the words they used to say,
As they shimmered and shone above my head, so close and far away,
On my way home, I remembered rain, as it fell down on my head,
And washed away my pain and grief, and raised me from the dead,
On my way home, I remembered sight, and closed my eyes to see,
And visions danced throughout my mind, as I thought how things should be,
On my way home, I remembered pain, and everything it taught,
The lessons burned into my soul, to follow every thought,
On my way home, I remembered sleep, and all my waking dreams,
Where I hoped to catch a straying thought, and ride the sunlight's beams,
On my way home, I remembered hate, and the cold I felt inside,
And all the times I wanted to hurt, and the times I wish I'd died,
On my way home, I remembered laughs, and all of my reasons why,
The smiles and joy and all of the times, that made me want to cry,
On my way home, I remembered tears, and the ache that made them fall,
And the things I lost that made me weep, and how I survived it all,
On my way home, I remembered youth, and the things I past believed,
I look back now and wonder how, those thoughts had been conceived,
On my way home, I remembered love, and how it felt to choose,
With all the times I've tried again, and how it hurt to lose,
On my way home, I remembered life, and the suffering it will bring,
And the joy it spreads throughout the land, and the songs the trees will sing.