When they drove me away from
The city of my dreams
I saw an eagle
High up in the sky
I will come back I thought
When I am older
When I understand the world
A little more
When I did go back
The sun had faded
The gunshots
Peppered the horizon
And I still did not understand
My feet sank into the snow
Almost the wet cement
Watch out they shouted
But I was miles away
Dreaming
Always wishing to be
Somewhere else
Now we are stuck
In a small town with hills
Not like the cathedral spires
We came from
Where the sun set
Like peaches
And we walked around the walls
Perhaps we don't dream any more
Not of moving
We are old
And we understand
That life will be the same
In any place
That feels kind of sad
She whispers
But it is true Little Cricket
We are
Where we are
And that should be enough
We still look out of windows
They wash away
The bad dreams
And reflect all the good.
