I spent the best years of my life waiting
A time to call my own, a place to call my homeland
It’s come here far too soon
Hatching my plans and schemes I mostly leave forgotten
I spent my longest nights awake wondering through the outside
Amused but still deranged, divided on the inside
The place i can’t ignore
The wonder behind the fear I just can’t seem to shake off
I turned my back on battles won and sailed to new adventure
The journey made by all, a lonely mortal tenure
And though I have not failed
My home is a fleeting camp, the journey’s just beginning
I spent the morning hours awake writing down the lyrics
Resolved to get it right - to capture the true spirit
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