a call to the faithfull

it's hard running away, but it's even harder coming back.

when the rain falls
i hear them calling me back.
when the earth crumbles
i feel them calling me back.
when the tides pull back
i see them calling me back.
when the mountain blooms
i smell them calling me back.
when the sky opens up
i taste them calling me back.
to the ones i left behind, i never forgot you.
i never lost touch with my true blood.
my senses are open to you all.
my return begins at the end of a broken road...