[home]

[Black hills rising
in this dark place
although we can't see them
they're out there,
they'll wait.

Don't let me go,
or forget how it feels
to be here at home
held tight in this place.

This lonely home of mixed and fickle fates.

All of the hopes
the mistakes we're making
the rivers we've crossed
and the losses we're taking
—none of it matters,
not to this place.

It's here that timeless longing waits.]