and here I am, coming down the 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 are fresh
bearing their purifying fruit of a mind
continuously on the run as I cannot stop
'cause so much has come weighing down on me
and its rains pouring down into the gutter of my lost tomorrow
as a yesterday's sun has let me down
and I so wish you were here
maybe someday you will take me home...?
(c) JR. 2021
