The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,
I suppose in every case that is true.
Leaving form the station on a bullet train bound for an unknown destination,
Always requires stepping up into the train, suitcase in hand.
Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles all waving to you from the platform.
Fathers handing mothers handkerchiefs as their tears start to roll down,
Because you are leaving for the last time.
Pulling away from the station, alone at last, innocent and naive as a newborn lamb
Foolish girl, don't you realize what lies ahead for you?
Pain and sorrow will fill your life, along with love and joy.
At times you will feel like frozen forsythia,
Cold and lifeless in the deepest drifts of snow.
At times you will feel like a bucket of raspberries,
Dewy, delicious, and delightful, the candy everyone wants.
But looking out the train window,
Leaving behind the only place you've ever called home
In search of finding a new home within yourself.
It is one journey you must make on your own, alone.
Leave behind past loves, past hates, friends, family, even the almighty,
In search of yourself.
Watch the fields pass by as the dawn emerges on a dewy new day
The purple, blue, peach sky showing you the way.
Leading you home.
