I'm going back to a place I feared to return to
I'm packing my bags, after I've managed to unpack my past
I'm boarding a plane, after picking up pieces of my last life crash
And yet I'm changed, and stronger, as though my emotions have found a comfort
And as I've always wanted, they weren't found in a place, a name, a face or a game
But within, when I found the words which worked for me
That special place, my body connects with divinity
I'm mended I say, what's torn has left, and all I've taken is the strength that remained
Now I'm not broken, wait I never was, it was the second round that prevailed
Perhaps I'm like my mother, too strong to allow the journey to be framed
I think I have what I've always wanted, a religion whose core I believe in,
and state of mind that works for me.
