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When was the last time I felt the green grass under my feet ?

When was the last time I saw the blue sky over my head ?

When was the last time I heard the birds sing on the tree-tops ?

When was the last time, the last time I really felt at home ?

But I still don't see with their eyes,

And I still don't feel as they do (bis) ... Farewell, goodbye...

Farewell, good-bye to the life and friends I left behind,

Long years gone by, Good-bye, blue sky...

And I still don't hear the music in bird-songs,

And I still don't belong in this place,

And I long for the places I once called home,

And I long for the places I called home.

Promises - unkept, lured into acceptance

By a mind too willing: daydreaming - wishful thinking.

How strange it feels,

To think I once wished to belong here,

What a fool I was,

To think I could be whole in here.

The promise - so sweet,

The excitement of tasting something new.

One step too far,

A leap from the strange to the alien.

Two steps too far,

And you reach the point of no return.

And I cry,and I weep, and I long, and I wish