Today I go to my past,
With a smile and sharp sword.
I'll walk the walk,
That I have walked a million times before.
Looking as always in awe,
At the light shining through the tress.
This time I'll enter alone,
And alone I will leave.

Wasn't long ago,
When I felt this was my home.
But now I am a stranger,
So now I roam.

I'm a visitor,
I hope I don't see her.

Ruining my old home.