Home 

I don’t know, 

maybe I’m fucking crazy 

But I swear I can feel the trees in my veins,

they are begging to take me home.

The wind is starting to become a part of me,

making love to my soul.

Maybe it’s fucking mad 

But the birds keep talking to me,

they think I’m one of them.

My feet in the soil and I’m disappearing 

No.

I’m returning.

I don’t know how much longer I can stand this,

the river might just take me home.

The only thing I ask, 

is that you come with. 

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