This is your land.
I'm not staying here for you
you know what to do
with yourself, when its
been foggy for months
and you can't see the stars
I don't.
I don't know who I am in the darkness
my heart can't beat in this cold
you stay with your people.
I'll go to mine
and I'll spend the rest of
my life writing about
how we loved our homelands
more than we loved each other
