The call of the road is gentle
It niggles at the soul
The call of the road is demanding
Take the journey home
Leave behind the gentle souls
Of Tribe, clan and fate
Journey to the consensual world
Where magic hides its face
No, no never
Do we leave those we love behind
In our hearts we carry them
Even over the great divide
The journey Home begins again
The day we leave it behind
But the magic spreads across the land
Till our town again does rise.
Starsong's Cauldron 