Final.

And in the morning,
I'm going home again
Suitcase packed, prayers unstacked,
Thinking of my friends

I'll swallow nostalgia
And walk the road
Freezing air and I'll stand there
Thoughts from head to toe

This is where we went
Up to retrieve a ball
Sprinted by him, had to be quick
Remembering it all

This is where we walked
As they sang songs behind me
I hummed Shooting Star, someone in my heart,
The stars had yet to find me

This is where I ran
To catch up to my friend
Heart was pounding, head unwounding
But something had to be said

This is where we laughed
When it wasn't pretend
Joke and shout, let it out
I'm going home again