A Man's Journey, A Return To Innocence, Songs, Where Demons Tread

“Welcome Home” (Song)

By Athena Stairs, February 1, 2026

So when you’re feelin’ all alone
Well you know where to find me

And I can tell you need a friend
So come on over talk to me

You know I’ll be the one you need
There ain’t nothin’ can stop me

I’ve got a love for you that lasts
Beyond the controversy

Welcome home

Yeah
Welcome home

You know we’ve got at last our chance
That we’ve been so long dreamin’ of

With you I wanna have this dance
More sacred than they speak of

When we look back we’re gonna laugh
How quickly we fell into love

With no regrets we’ll take our time
Worthy at last to come alive

Yeah
Welcome home

Oh my love
Welcome home

(Instrumental break)

And now you know our love is true
So come and put your heart on me

We’ve got some things we’ve gotta proove
Let’s get to writin’ destiny

And we’ve been waitin for so long
I need your arms around me

Come help me sing our victory song
It’s time we’re livin’ life so free

Yeah
Welcome home

Ah
Welcome home

Yeah
Welcome home

My love
Welcome home

You’ve got my heart
You’ve got my soul
(Welcome home)

Ain’t got to worry
We found home
((Welcome home)

And in the days
Still to come
(Welcome home)

You know you’ll be
My only one
(Yeah)

Let’s make our start
And never part
(Alright now)

We’re made for
Purest lovin’ art

(Welcome home)

And in the mornin’
And the eve
(Welcome home)

You’re gonna be
All that I need

Yeah

So welcome home

My love

Welcome home

Come on in

Welcome home

You know I love you

Welcome home

(Instrumental ramping up and goin’ wild, fading off into the sunset)

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Listen to Welcome Home – music, lyrics pend 2.1.26.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/9lTMMheGumlSQhPelM

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Songs, Where Demons Tread

“My Love For Thee” (Song)

“My Love For Thee” By Athena Stairs
Original 11/11/25 – Updated 12/2/25

Sing to me, my King of Hearts
Of the garden in your dreams

What treasure does it hold and
What pleasures will it bring?

Sing to me, my Dearest Heart
Where you’ll want to grow your roses

For I would build you a castle
Built on hope’s foundations

Where I would hear your laughter
In halls and among fountains

And if tears were cried – they’d be of Joy
As we nourish love’s horizons

Sing to me my Beloved One
Of your greatest aspirations

For I would see your happiness
Grow wings and soar through Heaven

For as Knight you earned your honor
With battles’ proven mettle

And all I’ve ever wanted is
To give your heart a home

(Please contact me for permissions)

Listen to My Love For Thee – Song Final Rough 12.3.25.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/O43zuOlhu7R1Tj1t59

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Unicorns, Where Demons Tread

You Make Me Believe

She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.

He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.

But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.

Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Finding Love In A Friend

She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.

He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.

Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.

“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.

Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.

By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.

Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.

(Last of last night’s dreams)