Wake up, sleep, walk and walk.
Life and time and breathing.
I think of school and other things,
But mostly just of leaving.
I miss my house. I miss these things.
I'm lonely, sighing, living.
If I could step back into time,
I'd always keep on giving.
I'd hold my daddy's hand again
And dance atop his feet.
I'd hug my mom and kiss my dog,
If we were again to meet.
So here I am, walking, walking.
My heart hangs in the air.
What I would do, what I would give,
To be at home back there.