I´m Going Home
By Frank Peter Hermsen
I´m naked, desperate, cold
Sick of the lies that I´ve been told
Alone with my soul
Walking through a deep black hole
I walk through a sea of autumn leaves
In the orange light of a misty breeze
Too cold to sweat too warm to freeze
In the company of those deceased
Home
Going home
I walked across the country
I´ve travelled all around
My eyes always kept to my feet on the ground
Searched for philosophy
Lost my liberty
Far away but still alone
I´ve ran away just to come home
Rain pours through my dirty skin
Washes my faith from my eternal sin
So lonely on my way home
I´ve crossed the land to be alone
I´ve seen things that made me cry
I´ve heard too many desperate lies
I´ve passed the point of no return
In darkness with no torch to burn
With no torch to burn
I walked across...
Finally I reach the good old walls
While in my heart a child-voice calls
I cry, I thank god and knock
Just to realize sadly and shocked
That the door
Is locked
I walked across....