There is a place called home

That waits for you and me

Its hidden from all others

It only our eyes can see

And in this place called home

There awaits our many friends

The treasures of our travels

Are at our journey's end

There is no beaten path

That leads us to this haven

No clear and steady road

That many a man has taken

For each it is different

This struggle called life

You only know your own joy

And your own private strife

There is no ward for failure

No guarantee for success

But those who never waver

Will surely find their rest

Look on my weary warrior

For beyond that next hill

The gates are thrown wide open

And I am waiting for you still.