Never End.

So many paths they've trodden,
All the the braches in their way cut down,

So many distant roads they've wandered,
Looking for food, water, and home,

When all the while home was with them,
Deep seed growing inside thier souls,
Weather they choose to furtilize it with courage,
Is something they may find the road for,

All the ones who know this must sit on the side lines and hope,
That they will make the wise pass, run or tackle,
And Give their spirit the food to grow,

And when the spirit has grown enough or the soul has played it's part,
All will return to the master, although bodies shall rott,
They go back to what they came from,
And so do our souls, they will find their way home,
For some the path might be long,

But Those with the puity to reach the end will thrive under old  oak,
And cestnut, or Gum, and feel a cool breeze,
Flowing over them like water, When the sun burns down,

This is the lost home for souls where life will never end.