I am talking of the time when you know
Something in the air, you feel the glow
A feeling of peace, a color so white
A smell you know, a feeling so right
You close your eyes and you let yourself go
Through a web of stateless thoughts you flow
You feel the warmth of your mothers touch
You feel your fathers finger, and you clutch
All around - you can hear the throb
The deadly silence of the usual mob
The world doesnt seem to matter anymore
You feel you can finally see the shore
And then you slowly break into a smile
'coz you've reached home, you've run your mile
