Exile

Cold as the northern winds
In December mornings
Cold is the cry that rings
From this far distant shore

Winter has come too late
Too close beside me
How can I chase away
All these fears deep inside?

I'll wait the signs to come
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come
I'll find a way home

My light shall be the Moon
And my path, the ocean
My guide, the morning star
As I sail home to you