The dream of longing
Of a simpler time
The image is haunting
A paradox in a paradigm
Father will never ever see
Her again
Like a stone thrown into sea
Home was his shelter from the storm
When it fell the rain pierced to inform
That those good times
Were memories that formed into scar
Now healed by the words
Au revoir
The choice comes calling
Whose side are you on?
Reluctant stonewalling
Recluse mind that was spawn
Boy will never ever be
Be the one
Who he used to see
Home was his shelter from the storm
When it fell the rain pierced to inform
That those good times were memories
That formed into scar
Now healed by the words
Au revoir