It's been seventeen days,
since I left my old home.
I went searching for riches,
for diamond and gold.
But this tiresome adventure,
has taken my soul.
Now I'm trying to get back,
but there's hardly a chance.
That I'll find the old house,
I built with my own hands.
Travelled cross water,
and dry desert sands.
The only thing right,
is right here where I stand.
The stray cats and dogs,
well they come and they go.
The people don't speak,
the wind doesn't blow.
Walking deep through the wastelands,
where nothing can grow.
Now I'm trying to get back,
but there's hardly a chance.
That I'll find the old house,
I built with my own hands.
Travelled cross water,
and dry desert sands.
The only thing right,
is right here where I stand.
(interlude)
Well the demons I met,
as I travel this path.
From where they had come from,
I made them go back.
It's hard to keep going,
when there's no end in sight.
And barely survive through the night.
Now I'm trying to get back,
but there's hardly a chance.
That I'll find the old house,
I built with my own hands.
Travelled cross water,
and dry desert sands.
And the only thing right,
is right here where I stand.
It's been seventeen days,
since I tried to go home.
I am hopelessly lost,
I wander and roam.
Right here where I stand,
I stand here alone.

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