To the light
I am a creature of the light
On its way home a last.
I have battle dark and luminous demons
I have won every battle I am master of my craft
I am going home at last!
My winds are dirty and dingy;
My arms are broken,
My feet are sore,
My gone is torn
But my light is bright and up
I am going home at last.
When into have I walk
A clean gown I’ll wear
Radian my face will be
Stronger and fuller my wings I’ll open
Sweet honey my lips will taste
A golden crown my head will bear
All of my wounds will be heal
For I’ll be home in have
For I’ll be in love
For I’ll be home
At last!
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