Weary travellers approach a distant shore,
Verdant peaks
Pierce the melancholy haze,
The sky breaks like a wave,
We have all suffered,
We have all survived,
We have arrived [...],
Brothers and sisters,
Enemies and friends,
Embrace
For we have come home,
Yet I weep,
Not for the fallen,
But for the unforgiven,
Green hills await
With wind at our backs,
The heavens part as we approach.
My father was brutally murdered last week, and it's only now that I can look back and laugh.
