Trying and failing to escape the sins and ghosts of your past, and feeling that there is no way to atone for what you've done
I’ll take the ghosts of all my journeys
In the suitcase with me as I wait for the train
I’ll return to the land where I made my dreams and hopes
Am I happy or afraid to be homeward bound again?
I’m accompanied by the scars of my troubles
The physical and the ethereal bury themselves deep in my skin
Restless sleep follows horrid dreams
In the end, there’s forgiveness for all sins
Except perhaps for mine
Staring out of the window
My reflection shows flaws and fire in foreign lands
What is there to run from?
But the blood of others that stain my hands
There they are, rolling hills and plains
My homecoming announced in shimmering sun
The echo of footsteps announces my arrival
Maybe I can rest now; maybe my war is truly over
When everything has been said and done
Ready to sleep but peace alludes me still
Ready to lay in darkness but memories follow
Will I find a solution or must I suppress the dark
Will I forever be soulless, godless, eternally hollow?