Called, forth
From memories that I
Recall, harsh
United for closure
To part, was
The d**h of my past
As I start, forced
Into shoes I can't fill
But I will, and
Life goes on, tormented
Still, ran
Growing pains, painted the
Building
Process, this conscience
Still can't,
Logic has conquered my will and
I stand, as the tree, of creation
On fields of sand, no leaves to show
Roots are dry, thirsty for love
As water, and amber is poured as
Discord...
Settles on soil, hope the harvest is poor
Where is home...?