The Odyssey

Twenty years of salt on your name… I learned the taste of home by pain… One eye, one lie, one broken hall… And still I kept your oath through it all… The wine went dark in the cup… The sheep cried out, the stone cried up… Poseidon took his due… The sea took your pride… But I kept the map of Ithaca… Under the ribs, inside… Man of twists and turns… Man of twists and turns… You come back cut and scarred… But you come back hard… Man of twists and turns… Man of twists and turns… Not by strength alone… You reach your home… Circe’s bread, a dangerous spell… She showed you roads through fire and swell… The Sirens sang, you bound your ears… You faced your fate through years of tears… Scylla took her toll in spray… Charybdis turned the night to day… I counted every man you lost… Like stones upon a winter frost… Man of twists and turns… Man of twists and turns… You come back cut and scarred… But you come back hard… Man of twists and turns… Man of twists and turns… Not by strength alone… You reach your home… No boast, no borrowed story… Only the long road home, the quiet glory… The couch I built around our tree… A promise kept — a home for me… Through storm, through reef, through blood and bone… You carved your way… you came back home… Man of twists and turns! Man of twists and turns! You come back cut and scarred! But you come back hard! Man of twists and turns! Man of twists and turns! I waited in silence… You crossed it all! And you found your house… Ithaca…