I came back
From far away lands
Hoping to find fertile fields
Ready to rest my tired feet
Ready to rest my head
Hoping a warm fire will be burning
Awaiting my arrival
To find nothing I recognize
Barren roads
Empty lands
Unfamiliar faces
"this does not feel like home" my heart tells me
And though this is a hard truth to face
I know I cannot force this place to be
what it is not
We must know when we cannot stay
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