Pisces / Almost Home - Good Riddance

The sense of fear on which you feed

When the people can抰 believe

The things they read

We抳e been brought up to feel left out

Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt

The pieces rise and rearrange

And all the smiling faces seem so strange

With tacit symmetry and prose

I feel the doors behind me close

You抮e here alone inside this crowd

You抳e faced the world and made us proud

But when the bitterness returns

There抯 nothing left to hide the burns

I抳e waited

I抳e written on promises and dreams

A thousand times

Still relegated to these lines

Like water untainted the sad

Quixotic trail I抳e left behind

Somehow it echoes in my mind

And it almost feels like coming home