Alone is Home

Something must be going on here,
Because when speaking certain words I begin to fear,
And in thinking certain thoughts I begin to hear
A voice that tells me to halt and turn the other way,
That tomorrow will be the start of a brand new day.

But where is this day?
I fear I've been in illusion
My skies are gray
Though I'm no longer delusioned

Armed with now knowing I'd rather have the truth of night
Than live one more day within false light

The choice is tough, as rough as the sea
Upon a day when water decides to be free

I know I can not force others to face the dark
But upon that journey I, myself, shall embark

So do not cry for me because I walk alone
For you see, to me, alone is home.