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Getting lost

Like the father you never had

Amongst the trees

Into a crowd of absentees

In the darkest night

The silent night

Where peace can breathe

The furthest you go

Where nobody can reach

Chasing shadows of the past

Living a life that never lasts

When the morning comes

You will find the light

The missing melody of a song

Thinking nothing could go wrong

When the morning comes

You will find the light

I am coming home

Coming back home

Coming home

Moments recalled

Memories lost

Dreams are forgotten

All in the past

I am coming home

Coming back home

I am coming home