Called Home.

I took a stroll through the darkness tonight,

wondering if I'd ever see the light.

Nothing can be seen in the emptiness of despair,

causes me to stumble everywhere.

Down the untrod path I cannot make out,

I walk until lights out.

Just as darkness hits its worst,

the sun peaks a bright yellow burst.

Showing the path, it guides my way.

Keeping me from falling astray.

I must walk the paths I cannot see clear,

to get to the light that will guide me near.

Near to the purest and perfect sight,

I'll be called home tonight.