Cleaning these stains from the halls and walls of the places my pain goes.
It has no boundaries and it wanders my soul.
With the passing of seasons, it shrinks and grows.
Echoing down the halls with words of truth and of places we need to go.
Journeying on this path till our dying day knowing all the while we’re going to a place we know.
It’s been a long road and I’m ready to go home.