IRC-Galleria

Homesick to a home that was never there
Craving back to the land you never were
To see again what you never saw before
To hear and taste and feel once again

Where land still is green, scent like after rain
Where the wind is healthy, fresh, and new
Where people don't know of evil or wrong
Where we can rest and live, never return

There is our home, that we haven't got
There is our beloved land we haven't been
There is what our eyes wish to see
What our ears wish to hear
What our fingers crave to feel

The land is dead
If it ever were

We have no home