Can You Help Me Find My Way Home? Through The Eyes Of My Mother
Here I stand, beholding an amazing paradise. Never, in my entire life have my eyes envisioned such beauty, not even in travel brochures or nature magazines. Jasmine vines and honeysuckle bushes, perfume the air with the most fragrant smell that has ever filled my nostrils. How did I get here; I do not recall? I think to myself, do I have amnesia or have I died and gone to heaven? Are my love ones searching for me? Where in all glory can I be? Can you help me find my way home?