Return of the Mac

Awake and walk through open doors, your time has finally come.
Remove the shackles from your bloodied wrists and proceed on course to home.
Do not reject the blinding light as it will guide you on your path
Through flowering fields seem heaven sent to the fountain of smile and laugh.
Now drink your fill of red remorse, and step back in the sun.
Discard your troubles with your trash, your wallowing days are done.