Going home

13.8.2005

Some days have passed
and still it's no good
the rain falls often
from the dark gray sky
I hate my day to day
and only wish to go home
I know I can make it
and It's only bad now
going homes not an option
I simply must live
My eyes are heavy
and my words come hard
but this is what i want
I must remember
I'm here and he's not
I have to let go
trust is my issue this I know
I may be 7,675 miles away
but I still haven't step away
the language will come
I will live through
Going home will not happen
all this is true