I Want to Go Home
Away, the doves sing songs of home.
Stranded in the deepest of sorrows, on the coldest of grounds.
Taken for granted all fair times, but not now.
To see, to think, to dream.
Or not.
"Not here, not now."
Is what I'm being told by myself.
To myself.
Stranded in the deepest of sorrows, on the coldest of grounds.
Taken for granted all fair times, but not now.
To see, to think, to dream.
Or not.
"Not here, not now."
Is what I'm being told by myself.
To myself.