Turn away
And never rest your eyes upon this place again
For this is not your home
and it will never be.
Walk away
With leaden legs, draw yourself from here
Past lonely windswept fields
It's past time to go.
Get away
If you don't leave now, you never will
But remain, drawn and taut and unfulfilled,
And wither, wither
Turn away
They wait for you on yonder shore
And when you leave this dreary, grey place
With you I'll come away.
1 comment:
As long as you'll come away as well; I think that is what will make the new place a home.
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