I ache for a place I can never return
my soul never learns, the scars of nostalgia always reopen
sweltering summers followed by foggy fall mornings
a place that killed me from the inside
but it was still a home
despite the pain all I can remember is the millions of stars in the sky
the intense quiet only broken by the calls of wild animals
the lonely roads marked only by dilapidated churches
heavy rain falling upon the rooftop, lulling me to sleep
a piece of my heart stayed behind when I left on that December morning
suddenly 1700 miles away again
almost like it meant nothing
but I’ll always remember the pure peace I felt
standing near the raging bonfire
the freedom I yearned for
the freedom to starve and work and suffer
it was what my mind was used to
a lonely soul trapped in a lonely town
breaking me down every single day
I’d always hoped I could go back someday but now I can’t
a lonely soul, now trapped in a bustling city