Is This the Place

Is this the place? The path I run is made of cobble stone My feet hurt right up to the skeletal bone Got to keep on running The beat it keeps on drumming I start to run and my knees ache as I moan I have to think this time I’ll make it home I know the sweat is coming My heart is double thumping Rhythm takes me and momentum makes me roam I watch the fields of green as I run alone Let’s get back to where the sun is shining I know the road is long but the truth is always blinding The past keeps up but the futures mine to only own I ran and came to the place where I was never ever shown Is this the place I belong to while forever dreaming a way to have known?