The Long Walk Home

Is there strength within a person,
That can make one carry on?
Is there soul within this person,
Which makes them feel they belong?
There is thunder on the horizon,
Beyond the mountains are clear,
And in the distance I see rain,
Hope and pain dreadfully near.
To the mountains or the horizon?
Which is the way I must roam?
I’ve packed my bags and my journey is set,
I begin the long walk home.