Called, forth From memories that I Recall, harsh United for closure To part, was The d**h of my past As I start, forced Into shoes I can't fill But I will, and Life goes on, tormented Still, ran Growing pains, painted the Building Process, this conscience Still can't, Logic has conquered my will and I stand, as the tree, of creation On fields of sand, no leaves to show Roots are dry, thirsty for love As water, and amber is poured as Discord... Settles on soil, hope the harvest is poor Where is home...?