Far across the cornfields I go
Little twigs nipping under my feet
While my heart is at home
Underneath a road so steep
Surrounded by fog's mask
But up to the task.
Can't remember when it was dark
When the sun came up
A folded pocket somewhere
Holding your stories close
Ghosts they reappear
In mountains stacked with fear
Said I could not get anywhere
Though far away
We are still the same
Beyond the blind jungle
Signature of a rainbow
My heart is at home.
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