Beyond the stars and moonlit sky
Not visible to the human eye
Where dreams can never really die ~

A house stands on its own...

A weathered porch with a hinged wood door
That creaks when you enter, and scrapes on the floor
Just a small lonely house, and nothing more ~

This house is all alone...

There is no street, no town or state
There's just this house ~ of human fate
No yard, no fence, no locking gate ~

This house stands on its own...

I went there in a dream one night
My heart sank at this dreary sight ~
This old wood house with dim, shaded light

This house was all alone...

I went inside to look around
A darkened room was all I found
No real light, and not a sound ~

This house stood all alone...

Then ~ I saw him sitting there
Perched upon an old wood chair,
I knew in my heart that it was Jer

This house had become his home...

His back to me, he was was so intent
Working on the arm that he had bent
Creating tattoos, for which he'd been meant

He'd made this house his home...

I heard the gun as it hit its mark
Then he turned to me, standing in the dark
Recognition in his eyes, I saw the spark

He said, "Brother, I'm finally home..."

I asked him if he missed us still
He smiled and said "Guess I always will...
But this is what I was meant for, Phil...

You are welcome in my home..."

He bent to pet a dog that lay
At his feet, and I thought I heard him say
"Lanzar, you be good, and stay...

I'm sending my friend back home..."

I watched him as he rose to stand
He came and shook my trembling hand
Said, "You're not ready for this strange land...

I love you all Brother ~ but you must go home...
This house is mine alone..."