Home Poem by Not A Dream Choice

Peoples, all these peoples
Just walk their way
The only way they know
I looking up to the sky
On the clouds with their crone of sunshine

I just want to go home, over the sea
Let’s walk on the higher street
Let’s run faster then your shadow
Let’s take your own challenges

Listen, we come to fly
Over the highest mountains
But that’s not high enough
No mountain is high enough for us
But first I just want to go home, over the sea

A signet, a signet of time
A signet, a signet of love
The last signet, the last signet of home