Coming home

[beren]

Our home is where beauty springs.
Flowers are everywhere and their scent is making you smile,
every time.
But we are not in our home now,
we are led away, far away...
into places without name...

Our home was filled with nightingale’s tune and heavenly harps...
Our road now is full of racket and noise ...killing our heart.

We can’t live in a place where we’re bound,
where our souls are silently crying...
We are not belonging there.
We are born into eternity but it was stolen from us,
made us dying...

We are deeply cared for and loved
but persuaded and lured in lie instead.
instead of roses and lilies
we have now dreadful bed...


Oh how I long for my eternal home...
It is not made of wood or stone...

Oh how I yearn to see my friends again!
beautiful souls beyond any words...again...

Where are you now my Tinuviel?
Did morning dew brought you my kisses, before the Sun rises?

Oh how I yearn for home...