A Place Called Home
My birthplace stands no more.
The hills I once ran on are closed to me.
The land I grew up in stands wild and free,
But feet no longer mark its shore.
You grew up in a town,
But it stands now in a foreign land.
The gate is opened by another's hand.
Your kin are not there to be found.
But I believe in a place,
Call it Durholme, call it Avalon,
That lives in my heart.
A place of comfort when the day grows dark.
A place called home that makes me strong.
A boy once left his home.
He dwelt a decade in a foreign jail.
A man grew from the boy who first set sail,
But home was in his every bone.
And I believe in a place,
Call it Durholme, call it Avalon,
That lives in our hearts.
A place of comfort when the day grows dark.
A place called home that makes us strong.
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(OC Author - Tim Packer)