A homecoming, well, can't you see the end
Angels are coming,
but where do they send us?
To be
alone is to be free for a time
What's gone is gone
I've forgotten to remember, sometimes more,
and it seems we should;
it's in our hearts.
Homecoming, this is just beginning.
Towers fall; that's a fact,
and flowers fly in a crack
to grow from here.
Yeah, we know,
to make a fire last forever
is a hard task,
but, still, we know to forget
'bout them flames is harder still.