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When was the last time I felt the green grass under my feet ?
When was the last time I saw the blue sky over my head ?
When was the last time I heard the birds sing on the tree-tops ?

When was the last time, the last time I really felt at home ?
But I still don't see with their eyes,
And I still don't feel as they do (bis) ... Farewell, goodbye...

Farewell, good-bye to the life and friends I left behind,
Long years gone by, Good-bye, blue sky...

And I still don't hear the music in bird-songs,
And I still don't belong in this place,
And I long for the places I once called home,
And I long for the places I called home.

Promises - unkept, lured into acceptance
By a mind too willing: daydreaming - wishful thinking.

How strange it feels,
To think I once wished to belong here,
What a fool I was,
To think I could be whole in here.
The promise - so sweet,
The excitement of tasting something new.
One step too far,
A leap from the strange to the alien.
Two steps too far,
And you reach the point of no return.

And I cry,and I weep, and I long, and I wish

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