It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen the snow.
I have gotten used to the warmth;
but this place still doesn’t feel like home.
As I walk these streets I’ve learned,
I’m not sure if my feet are even my own.
If I only went back once,
to that beans and bread town,
I could still walk those streets
to my first friend’s house.
And I would still hear condemnation
from the preacher man’s mouth.
But the skies here are kinder
and the winds don’t hurt my ears
I could walk these paths in silence,
let myself be softened by the years.
My mother’s anger can’t reach me here
I can’t feel the absence of my father
when I’m lying on my back
in the sun by the water.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen the snow.
I have gotten used to the warmth;
but this place still doesn’t feel like home.
As I walk these streets I’ve learned,
I’m not sure if my feet are even my own.
If I only went back once,
to that beans and bread town,
I could still walk those streets
to my first friend’s house.
And I would still hear condemnation
from the preacher man’s mouth.
But the skies here are kinder
and the winds don’t hurt my ears
I could walk these paths in silence,
let myself be softened by the years.
My mother’s anger can’t reach me here
I can’t feel the absence of my father
when I’m lying on my back
in the sun by the water.
