Going Home

Once there was a way
to get back home
but now
The autumn leaves
has since fallen
decayed
leaving no residue
to what was once were
only memories
of the love generated

Once there was a way.
to return
to the roots
where values were
born
Today only memories
 through dreams
and senses
that I am reminded
by what was instilled 
in us

Once there was a way.
to create that feeling
that captures youth's moments
through song 
In the present
verse becomes
the ramblings of
an old man
 
Once there was a way.

Yet Is there still a way

To get back home?