Coming back home

It seems it's been a thousand years
since I've been back in this old neighborhood
everyone is young,everyone is old
but in my eyes, it's still all beautiful
as if heaven moved on

I don't know and I don't care
what I've been through and what I've seen
I don't care if my hands were bleeding
There is no money in my pockets, but I'm still feeding
my old fears with a pain on my chest.

I don't know and I don't care
about all those people who revolve around me
and put me in the middle of the circle
I don't care
because I'm coming back home

The house is almost destroyed and the windows are open
the glass is broken and the wind whispers through the trees
it seems my house hasn't made it through the years
oh, why did they lie to me, that they'll keep it safe
it's dead, it's forgotten,it's gone
but I don't care, I'm coming back home.

I remember how everything I love came in life and died
I remember how sadly they ripped off my dreams
all my yesterday's were another torturing moment
in the book of vanished and wasted time
But all they did is over, no one can do me no harm
my world is restored, I'm coming back home.

Back to the same old whispers,the same old tears
the same old life, the same old fears
the same old voices singing in the dark
the songs of my life, the songs that helped me pass the time

I'm coming back home, don't cry for me no more.
Back to my old fears




Poetry by Eva
Read 976 times
Written on 2010-04-27 at 23:50

Tags Life  Pain 

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