And then

by a picture

seen with

childlike eyes

I was slowly being

led back to my roots

Like the journey

had thought me

so far

Your home
is where your heart is
and your heart is where your roots are


So I let myself be led
and I could feel the hand in my hand

Not really caring who's hand it was
all I knew was that the hand was
loving

caring

and from that

I started walking
back to my roots

by a picture

seen with

childlike eyes