Lift my head up from the foreign ground I lay upon

Waking in the dark end of the longest day

Cold and brokenStill, I haven′t slept as well as this in days

Walking on these feet for what now feels like centuries

The city streets still sing into my inner ear

Burnt out

Scared and bruised, but I just made it through

Onto

Blurry thoughts of times in buildings I have left behind

Disappear like mist under the morning sun

Nature takes me there

Back to all the childhood stories that you told when

We still had a home

Home

Home

Home

Dare I go right off the precipice

Following the footsteps of no one else

Found myself between routine and heartache

Knowing it was not a life to lead

Dare I go right off the precipice

Following the footsteps of no one else

Found myself between routine and heartache

Knowing it was not a life to lead

Cold and all alone

Still, I feel more at home

Sleeping rough under this tree

Than back in district three