Oh, but when will we be home?
For In this place poison flows freely.
I cannot see it, hear it, feel it
So my heart must have died within me.
Take me home, take me home!
I grow weary of this world.
Its life is like venomous acid eating into my hollow bones
I no longer want to roam this world
Oh please, let me go home.
And why should I skip past the pain?
Why circumvent the grief?
I cannot know the brightest days
Unless the forges first refine me.