So many years pass by.
The stars are no longer friendly
With joy I return to my
old groups of minds and friends
So many years have past by
There is a loss that I have grown past
There is a loss that I need to relive
Once again in the dark I can reopen my eyes
and see
I see that I can no longer see.
The dark is as blinding as the noon day sun
Deeper and outside
Fear of the known returns to me
what is home to the wanderer
what is family to the orphaned child
how can the dark exist in my new world of light
can I return the light to my sins in shadow
Welcome a child home
~D
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