I'm back to the place,
that brought me up indeed,
this is where ma and pa,
made fruit from their...seed.

Aye, a wee little tot was I,
just after I was only a mere
twinkle in me mother's eye.

Now we see that years have flown past by,
and the ones we used to know have just about,
yet to die.

And so we hold our dear ones close,
as we search for closure,
as we find that,
another life is almost over.

Don't cry,
be strong,
stay true to God's word,
so you won't do no wrong.

Aye, I'll do it.

Protect the family, the house I've raised,
not the house you've grown in, but the home you've made,
weather you are in mountains with streams,
or in the everglades.

Aye, I shall.

And son, promise me, that when the song is through
that you know you've always made me proud,
because you've always done the best in everything that you do.

Aye...I know.

So Home again, the house has all but toppled down,
the trees have been stripped,
to build a bigger town.

The faces that had such spark for life,
now are drained and empty,
covered in misery and strife.

The friends I knew are either gone, dead, or seemed to have forgotten,
just what it was like back then,
before this life had turned out to be so rotten.

Live a life, full of wonder and joy,
and enjoy to suffer the children, down to ever lass, and boy.

Of course, always know, that there are people worst than disasters,
but give them time, and they'll just leave a little faster.
Now not to wish them, ill will, no heavens far from it!
But I'm just giving you my boy, my last little tid-bit.

I've learned a lot, yet know nothing still,
enjoy your life, and don't worry about the bill.
You'll pick it up later, son, so long as you don't forget,
and don't waste your life, on placing it on bets.

Welcome home, surrounded by your loved ones so dear,
if your eyes get blurry and tired, come back on home,
and we'll help make it clear.

Son, I love you.
You've always done me proud,
and God's granted me the time to raise you,
the time that he's allowed.

Now I must come home, to His embracing arms,
now I'll see you up there, and I'll tend to the farms.

So long, farewell, I'll see you later I would hope!
Now go and live my son, and waste not time on me for mope!

*Home again am I, with memories of my ghosts.
'Tis only the wind that blows now,
and the sun that proudly boasts.

The cars fly by on the route traveling fast,
but I hear them not
even as they **** on past.

For they miss the views of an old and decrepit town,
for which I had grown up in,
for which Home...I have found.

I am.
Home Again.
My friend.