Post by Kabal on May 11, 2006 1:49:53 GMT -5
What is this pain, I feel deep within...
The feeling of something long lost in my heart...
I wish to speak my native tongue, but I know not if I can find it.
I want to go home, to where I hail, I don't know where exactly I'm from anymore...
I feel torn, but where is the home to the blood in my veins?
It makes me question, it makes me ponder, What makes home my home in the first place...
Something calls, something longs, to go North where it is cold, The Saxon part of my blood longs for that, it longs to hunt, and longs to fight, it longs to drape trophy of Arctic bear upon my shoulders...
But then I crave, and then I yearn, for something I cannot explain, I long for place I've never been, I miss, and I weep for what I cannot describe.
What is home?
I look to the stars, trying to discern what it is I feel is lost.
Is Home safety? I am not safe here, nor have I ever been...
Is Home shelter? Or is it something deeper?
I feel as though I've never tasted the air of home, nor walked upon it's soil, nor sung the hymns within it's skies.
I search myself and only find longing, she comes to my thoughts yet again, she who loves me, and whom I love...
I want to go home, I want to be with my people, but I have none any more, my race has been transformed by time, those I seek exist no more, no Mentor nor hero, I feel lost in this foreign world...
The only comfort is with her... I can see her in my thoughts, preparing for my arrival, as though it was today as opposed to two years... She prepares for me...
I now realise what I mourn, and for what I long, I now feel where home is... I yearn to be in the company of she who awaits me patiently, we speak through the hearts to one another daily...
I now understand what my ancestors felt, that longing for years of fighting to end, so they could return to their home, where the one who loved them awaited.
What is home... home is where she waits for me, home is where I want to be...
She is home.
The feeling of something long lost in my heart...
I wish to speak my native tongue, but I know not if I can find it.
I want to go home, to where I hail, I don't know where exactly I'm from anymore...
I feel torn, but where is the home to the blood in my veins?
It makes me question, it makes me ponder, What makes home my home in the first place...
Something calls, something longs, to go North where it is cold, The Saxon part of my blood longs for that, it longs to hunt, and longs to fight, it longs to drape trophy of Arctic bear upon my shoulders...
But then I crave, and then I yearn, for something I cannot explain, I long for place I've never been, I miss, and I weep for what I cannot describe.
What is home?
I look to the stars, trying to discern what it is I feel is lost.
Is Home safety? I am not safe here, nor have I ever been...
Is Home shelter? Or is it something deeper?
I feel as though I've never tasted the air of home, nor walked upon it's soil, nor sung the hymns within it's skies.
I search myself and only find longing, she comes to my thoughts yet again, she who loves me, and whom I love...
I want to go home, I want to be with my people, but I have none any more, my race has been transformed by time, those I seek exist no more, no Mentor nor hero, I feel lost in this foreign world...
The only comfort is with her... I can see her in my thoughts, preparing for my arrival, as though it was today as opposed to two years... She prepares for me...
I now realise what I mourn, and for what I long, I now feel where home is... I yearn to be in the company of she who awaits me patiently, we speak through the hearts to one another daily...
I now understand what my ancestors felt, that longing for years of fighting to end, so they could return to their home, where the one who loved them awaited.
What is home... home is where she waits for me, home is where I want to be...
She is home.