The humid air cradles me
Swaying trees wave
each footstep takes me further
each footstep takes me back
back to the time when this place
felt like a prison
but this is not a prison made of real steel
this is a ghost town of my past
a tree reminds me of a gent all touch
a house, an angry voice
this is parities
a brick building seems like gold
a grocery store, a blessing
I will always remember the burn
my whole self embodied in flame
We rise from the ashes
Our demons behind us
Two different Suns
Two different moons
Two different worlds
Only one is home.
