On this perfect rainy day
(Oh, how I've been yearning
For the moment, being away)
I make my quiet returning.
Breathing clouds and touching light,
Feeling drops to let them pour,
I'm coming back from out of sight,
And every step of mine is sore.
Is there still a house at the end of the way,
Waiting open for me at the end of the world?
There is always a light, so they say,
Glowing in a dark just for me, I was told.
So hand in hand with the shadows of the past,
Head to head with the wind, heart to heart with my pain,
I'm going back to the old tale I trust.
I'm coming back home, bringing soul, clay and dust,
I'm going to live one more time and again...
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