I'm coming home

Flying through a cloud
Dreaming about coming home,
The metal bird takes me away
Its feathers so rich and hard
Under my finger tips...

The wind rushes through my entire being
Blood rushing through my body
I feel so alive and awake
Taking flight into a haze

No one to hold my hand,
I am without a guide,
Yet here I am,
I find myself looking to get away

Where will I end up?
The landing is rough
Yet I have reached my destination.
Home.