Cast away to roam alone
Shunned away to roam far from home
Years and years, decades forlorn
Aged and withered I’ve become
Open up the gates, I yearn
A wayward son‘s return
From the wind I feel remorse
From the skies come tears like waterfalls
From the earth a welcome home
My birthsoil long ago
My gravesoil will become
The heavy chains no longer bind
The freedom that I left behind
One journey ends, another one has begun
The land I returned to, to set as the sun
The last rays of light paint the scenery in red
Unseen beauty, my final sunset