My friend, whom I've found this day.
It hurts me so to see you this way.

Battered, scarred, bruised and tortured and all,
still you manage to struggle and stand,
proud and tall.

My friend, you are in good hands
on your way home again,
away from the sands.

You will be taken care of by the best doctors
we know.
A few mutual friends, under caring hands you go.

Find peace and comfort, and security in your new life
back at home.
No my friend, I shall not join you this day,
for further still, I am bound to roam.

There are still others,
yes others still out there,
I know I must go, find my sisters and brothers,
for to leave them would not be fair.

So Home-Bound you go,
to the family and friends you know,
so home-bound you go,
on the road to recovery, for you to blossom and grow.

I'll miss you friend,
so stay alive for me,
and my regards to those at home.
For farther, farther, farther,
farther I must roam.