Pisces/Almost Home
The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people canæÅ ° believe
The things they read
WeæÅ ³e been brought up to feel left out
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange
With tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close
YouæÅ ®e here alone inside this crowd
YouæÅ ³e faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns
ThereæÅ ¯ nothing left to hide the burns
IæÅ ³e waited
IæÅ ³e written on promises and dreams
A thousand times
Still relegated to these lines
Like water untainted the sad.
Quixotic trail IæÅ ³e left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home