Far from Here

The coast was wild with younger heart that sit beneath the sun.
The wind was full of colds and sounds the song of my had sung. the single place
where we belong a days to pass along.
belonging to another noun alonging to the home and I, I’ll rest when I am home
and cry when I am home, my life will fade away.
retreving from the rising sea and casting in the stone, a treasure found a
simple mind that leads when i am grown.
I’ll grow to see the damage of your laughter and your song.
I’ll start again and friend that you but me the all along.
I’ll rest when I am home and cry when I am house.
I’ll rest when I am home and cry when I am now.
My life will fade away.