As each year passes, the miles grow longer and longer;
I stopped visiting, I never wanted to leave.
I stopping going, they kept asking me to stay.
When I see the green, my heart flutters,
When I see the orange, yellow and brown, my heart stops.
My life changes like those trees. I can never go home. I can never enjoy the climate, culture and community.
Here I sit. Alone...
at ...home.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
As each year passes, the miles grow longer and longer;
I stopped visiting, I never wanted to leave.
I stopping going, they kept asking me to stay.
When I see the green, my heart flutters,
When I see the orange, yellow and brown, my heart stops.
My life changes like those trees. I can never go home. I can never enjoy the climate, culture and community.
Here I sit. Alone...
at ...home.
