All this time
All this cold
All this scared to go back home
Sometimes faint
Sometimes bleed
Sometimes hold you as you try to leave but I
Knew the time would come when you
You would walk away & I would wander
Thru the world with no place there to stay
Sometimes fast
Sometimes burn
Catch you when you try to turn
Sometimes fight
Sometimes fall
Sometimes flying through the wall but I did know
That the time would come when you
You would walk away & I would wander
Thru the world with no place there to stay
A home
Sometimes red
Sometimes black
Sometimes bruising in the back
But I heard
That there lives
A Great Fire who never burns the things he gives
All the time I knew that you
You would walk away & I would wander
Thru the world with no place there to stay
A home
One reply on “A Home”
Julien, I did not see this until now, 2:31 pm PST, frack farkborg. I would never blame you for staying, I do know how that works. Believe me, I do so very much. But you have to get away from that man. We can save your archives, your life’s work, but if he kills you, what is it all for? I love you so much, you are a dear friend. I will do anything i can to help.