Wish you were here

 

and here I am coming down my mountain

descending into the lost contents of my weary soul

looking out over the hills covered with my patience

and I know I'm a long way away from going home

and I wish you were here where the trees smell fresh

bearing their purefying fruit for a stricken mind 

continuesly on the run as I cannot stop

'cause so much has come weighing down on me

and now  it rains pouring down its remains in the gutter

of my lost tomorrows as yesterdays sun has let me down

and I so wish you were here...

will you take me ...

home ...?