All the wasted years
So tired of running backwards
And how time disappears
Sick of being sick and tired
And tired of being sad
I decided that only I could change it
And be happy with what I had
Tired of feeling lost
And always seeking home
I took a good look at myself
And how far I've roamed
I've never put down roots
Or clung to anything
Never stayed in one place for long
Afraid they'd clip my wings
It's no wonder I feel I don't belong
Anywhere I roam
I've never stayed there long enough
To call any place my home.
~ Neve Flores ~
