At sunset after running,
I walk on my own.
The wind sends its whisper.
It's calling me on.

The evening is risen.
The running is done.
And Heaven sends its whisper.
It's calling me home.

The river is running.
My craft drifts alone.
The fighter rests til morning.
The sailor carries on.

The world is left behind me,
Its fear and evil gone.
The world exists inside me.
The fire burns on.

And I understand the meaning
My heart knows all along.
The journey's neverending,
But I'm already home.

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