Your arms

Rushing Running Sprinting
Head first into the darkness
I rush blindly ahead
the branches of trees tear at my clothes
threatening to slow me down
as lacerations start to cover my skin
I cant help but smile
running for the ever growing light in front of me
running back to the place I call home
down a dark and treacherous path
at the end of all bad things
there is a home waiting for me
where my heart yearns to be
I will be rushing into your arms
The place i call home is you
no matter where we are
you will all ways be my home
for with out you i am back
On that dark and dangerous path
rushing back to safety
back in to your arms