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