The cool breeze blows on my face
and suddenly I remember this place.
The fresh air and the clear sky
makes me ask why I ever left here.
The quietness can be deafening,
but there is nothing threatening,
like somewhere else I know.
At nights it gets so cold,
it feels like it’s going to snow.
In the days the golden sun shines
So beautiful and bright,
But as darkness falls, the chirping
Bugs greet the pitch-black night.
I missed this place, like how a mother
misses her only son,
But I have returned because here is
Where I belong.
That other life was never meant for me,
I was born to be wild and free,
So I will never again leave the country.