Jungle Trail

Delopoulos Steven

Was tossed along that jungle trail
There was nothing there, just thorns and nails
Had no skin, no fur to wear
But I straggled through the storm
In a search to find my home

Now I climbed the mountain and I pleaded with the sky
There was no one around, just some dark clouds in reply
But I offered some berries and a tear in my eye
‘Cause I was on my own
So far away from home…home

There’s a fire burning inside me
Makes the lame walk and the blind to see
Here I am wandering on what I should be
The old earth, the moon, the sun
Some wings to rise the dawn

Now time’s tickin’ like a melancholy friend
Ticks the beginning, and the middle and the end
But if I close my eyes and just pretend
There’s shelter in this song
Like a river flowin’ home…home

There’s a fire burning inside me
Makes the lame walk and the blind to see
Here I am wandering on what I should be
The old earth, the moon, the sun
Some wings to rise the dawn