On Love: Storge

You asked me, “Where does the sun set?

Whre do the wanderers rest their weary heads?

Where is the spring that brings life to the dead?”

After the gruel of the day is done,

After the well-worn roads are run,

After night falls and the battle is won--

Oh, travel-weary wanderer, come home.

I asked you, “Where do the chains of love hold fast?

Where do the bonds of loyalty last?

Where lie deep fragments of centuries past?”

Over the oceans and across the land,

Through a desert of endless sand,

Burdened by trials and demand--

Oh, travel-weary wanderer, come home.

Strong is the pull of duty and care

When running alone or as a pair

In moments mundane and treasures rare.

When dreams fail and aspirations fall,

When faces fade and you’ve given your all,

When at last beckons the final call,

Oh, life-weary wanderer, come home.