I heard a street singer play a song I knew,
And it brought me closer to you.
I heard a street singer play a song I called my own,
That brought be to my childhood home.
Did you go back from where you came?
If I get there will they have my name?
If they don't I'll only have myself to blame.
For all these things,
True happiness is having wings.
Life is a gury eyed, heavy hearted, whirlwind of a storm.
Something they just hurt too much to cry.
Memories are like shadows, the light won't make them disappear
So I still see you smiling with your eyes.
So did you go back from where you came?