I miss the sun on my face
Warm wind in my hair
Sand stuck to my feet
Not having a care
My life here is dry
It’s as cold as the night
I can’t seem to thrive
I can’t seem to fight
I feel my heart wanting
To just pack up and go
It’s calling me ever
So quietly so
To some other place
Full of culture and joy
A place to plants roots
Who knows? Meet a boy?
But I stay where I am
No I can’t up and flee
I just hope that this place
Won’t suck the life out of me
