So you’ve been here all this time.
I’ve searched for you everywhere.
All I remember of you
is your blue glow.

Bells of the early days chime,
telling me I must prepare.
Memories long overdue,
come back as woe.

You are my home,
but you feel cold.
Are you not where I belong?

Confused, I roam,
trying to hold
onto a forgotten song.

Won’t you please answer my doubt,
gather the parts of my past?
Lead me to where I must be.
Back home, at last.

Sands have been blown all about,
covering history, and fast.
And there is no guarantee
the storm has passed.

I had a dream
where I had found
a place where dying souls cry.

Angry, I scream,
hearing the sound
of my home saying good-bye.