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
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.