this house seems small.
the trees are shorter than i recall.
i've still got the sap on my hands from back in the day.
i will return to you.
chase like the wind.
without a fear inside my head but that of death.
and i am still a little scared, i admit.
i will return to you.
i'm coming home.
i'm so thankful for all that i have endured.
and to my flesh and blood for all that i have become.
if i could go back again, would i change all that has been.
if i could go home tonight would i make it all right.
i would stay, and keep it all the same.
i would stay.