Going Back

by Jun 18, 2004Poetry

Sometimes, when I’m watching the stars at night,
I hear your voice, carried by the wind,
calling me back home.
But how can I go back home after all that
has happened?

Too much time has passed and I’ve
been through torture,
things will never be the same.
The sky will always be a different shade of blue,
As the grass feels different under my weary feet.

I long to return to the place I used to call home,
But in my heart, i know that I cannot.
I must leave this land that I’ve grown up in
and journey once again.

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