The sunset spills its amber on the ground

A quiet glow where silent dreams are found

Smoke curls above a homebound silhouette

A beacon whispers Do not soon forget

The road behind was paved with thorn and stone

Yet every wound became a hymn well-known

Memories fall like grains of shifting sand

Carved deep within like statues of the land

The distant path unveils with every stride

And every turn reflects a life inside

Returned at last where light once softly fell

Its warmth enfolds a haven built to dwell