Oh, why do ours soul
have to travel
So far and so wide
To find their way home
As they look for our tattered bodies

Could they not have found it
Just simply…By strolling
Along other paths with no other roads
To distract them
As though nothing else mattered

Can we not see the light
At the end of the tunnel
With no pains or sorrows-
And no blames to put on others
Or heartbreaks which we choose ourselves

My journey has been very long
30 years have passed by...
And my soul found its way home
Now,  it shall reside with me
Until the end of my days...