I came to a crossroads a long time ago,

And my heart went the way it wanted.

Hearts always do.

And the rest of me went every other way

That everyone else told me to.

And I finally came to a place

Where I cried,

And realized I was homesick,

So I went home and ached there, too,

Until I knew it was my own heart

I longed for.

Now I'm listening for the beat

Of my own pulsing drum.

I follow the beacon of light

And move night and day that direction.

And now I see that my dream

Is caught in the strings of my heart.

What a great start it is!

Worthy of a sacred oath!

I will never stop until

I've found them both,

And reunited my self with my soul.

-jenn