Letter Home

Home is gone no place to call my own.
Should I fail I will return to rest for eternity.
Searching the stars and following the dreams.
This journey is far from over now.
I walk looking for her face.
Maybe I will see her one day.
Sometimes its hard just to wake up.
Sometimes I just want to sleep.
I breathe the air that gives me life.
Though fading is that purest of light.
Its the memories I don't want that guide this soul.
Its the things I know that make me wish I could rest.
The calm of that beast is like an addiction I crave.
Yet I know if he escapes we will all die too soon.
Why does the past have to claw at me?
Why do I have to see everyone's lives?
Before my eyes lies the world and the worlds beyond it.
Yet it all lies on my shoulders and in my hands.
This ripping task that seems impossible.
For beyond all things I wish for her.
To end this pain and all this chaos.
For if not I'll be coming home.
For everything else will be gone.