Once as a child I looked out from home Over the fields I saw travellers passing in the night On their way to destinations unknown Time erodes us Life escapes us Once as a man I returned to that place And traced the paths I had walked before My people were gone, but I felt them still We can never truly return Because we never truly leave Now I am the traveller Looking back upon my former home I can never return to those times But they live on in me, in this place