Going Home
                On a night black and dark,
                I slipped away to roam.
                Running past trees with silver bark,
                I knew I was going home.

                The east lightened, and the time
                Was nearing the silver morn.
                I stopped at a glade, hearing a chime
                From the hooves of a unicorn.

                Standing with head held high,
                Mane floating in the morning breeze,
                Golden horn gleaming over silver eyes,
                He was the epitome of home to me.

                I stroked his neck, and swung aboard.
                He sprang forward. He seemed to know
                That I wished to leave. "Beauty, lord,
                Let's get out of here. Let's go."

                A silver neigh. His hooves singing,
                We left the glade behind and flew
                On the wings of morning.
                I went on to something new.

                Riding, riding, riding away.
                No creature that ever roamed
                Could tell where I went at dawn of day,
                The dawn that I went home.