So strange to be watching
you walk away,
so far from this place
and our homeland is
going to be falling short 
once you have gone.
Such songs we sing
they're falling from
the ringing in my ears
that I can no longer hear
your voice, is secondary
to feeling your heart.
Escape this sunrise and 
find a dusk that beckons dawn,
and maybe we'll capture
a skylight sometime again.
Still, these affects are
all I have to give,
before you win the battle
and find a new hope.
Or a new home away from home.