Home, Whoever It May Go To
I don't know if I'll be back this time.
Time enraptures me,
Seduces me into places I know for too
long.
A million faces but they'll never feel like
home,
I got too close to the stone,
Heard marvelous stories
And wept when it ended,
And shared myself, do you hear me?
I lended.
I love you yet I must go,
The past is obdurate no matter how
Adamant you are.
And sometimes, it feels wonderful to say
goodbye,
To people,
Places,
Time,
New adventures forever on the horizon,
New suns to set on me,
And a million faces that'll tell me to go
home,
But I couldn't,
Because I am home.
These songs and stories I hear,
The winding alley ways to whom I'll
always hold dear
Because I've never been so close to home.
And I love you,
The million faces, I love them too.
I am home.
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