Longing for home

I sketch the world with a whole new face 

And whisper to the stars to finish the race.

There's no more oil but the light's still burning

And faith endures in the darkest of mornings.

I stand tall, fighter tired of fighting

But the wind comforts me whispering.

And I watch as they fall 

One by one, then recall,

There was a time when I dreamed 

And a time I was pleased

And I wish, oh I wish, 

That it starts to finish.

I long for the day 

I could be home again.