The trees are calling my name telling me to come home now
There is no path pushing me back to where I supposedly belong
For I belong on the streets of my little town
I walk along where the grass blows
Pavements and gravel feel like home to my sore feet
I'm not yet home
Not where I belong at least
This house is not my home
The wind knows which way I like to go
For I follow it
The rain likes to surprise me when it knows I've gone to far
Up till the early morning it looks as if it's night
Moonlight and sunlight shine down on me
Brightening my day so I can see
I am finally alone and on my own
I'm finally free