a home in your arms again
i am castaway in the dugouts of loneliness
exiled to land of sorrows
would i ever be one again without my home
a drifter i am in these plains of desolation
a lover i used to be in a home so far away
i am castaway like a stumbling stone that find its rest at the shores of a stormy sea
there is no Sunshine in this land I'm in
no rain to flourish this thirst that imprisons me
no seasons in this timeless fortress of pain
my love I'm so far away without the home in your arms
« return.