Coming home

My hometown, alarming intimate
It seems that nothing has changed.
All these years I tried to forget
I disowned and betrayed you
I tried to wash off this small town smell from my skin
I failed to do.
      In anger I left
      Tried to flee from this mediocrity
      I've been running so far
      Just to arrive where I started from
      After all I'm coming home.
Walking down the streets, every thing looks just the same
The houses and frontyards I hated that much.
All these memories I tried to bury in me
Break through this thin skin of vanity
My fathers house stands there threatening and dark
But I know this is my home
      In anger I left
      With a heart full of hate
      I've been running so far
      Just to arrive where I started from
      After all I'm coming home.
Standing in the churchyard at your grave,
Even now I find no words
We never really spoke jointly, we never listened,
We never tried to understand.
Now it's to late, ...
"Dad, I've been coming home".

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