and it is said we can never go back
never to the place where we thought we belonged
never again can we weep the tears that wont come
and never shall our sarrow echo from our mouths
all these wasted years
and i have yet to taste what this life has in store
the bitter edge is what ive got
im searching for something sweeter
to prolong my existance on this plane of thought
a stream of consience flooding my eyes
but never quite making it through
proof that im still locked up
in this little cell that call a room
id like to think of myself as sheltered
a recluse from the reality of the world
how could i possibly find it in me to feel
when i the thought of going back still burns
and the world ive built around me is so unreal
ive thought to myself from time to time
i need a release for me from this hell
but why do i keep searching
when i know there is nothing there to find
so you can never go back
never go to the place where you once felt safe
the place that is held so dear
i guess this means i can never be happy
for returning will the the only way to find my heart again
i left myself behind, those many years ago
in a place where only i can see the beauty
thats where i left a piece of me
thats where i left every memory
and if i could make this simple
with out having to utter a breath
this very life is nothing since that day
when i left my childhood behind
and my imagination finally gave way
growing up so young, when you are forced to leave
the place you called a house....
you can never go back home....


 
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