There is a house that calls you home
The simple path becomes a maze
And through its pathways you must roam
The walls are high as shadows fall
And all you know is what you feel
Just memories of a lighted hall
But are you sure your dreams are real
For if you once lay down to rest
And close your weary eyes to sleep
accept that you have done your best
Throw your sword into the deep
Then never will your journey end
As round and round the maze you go
Never will your heartache mend
The peace of home you will not know
So wake my friend cast off your fear
Have faith in what is ever true
For only then the fog will clear
And the gates of home will welcome you
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