The light burns in the land of Eternal Twilight
It has its time but is quickly obscured
Gray and green rule and their reign is not tested
I am not of this land
My land is far across the sea
It calls to me
Its voice made louder by the waves
Just yesterday I pondered leaving
Now I know home
I have become addicted to her moods
I think on her often
She that fed me from birth
Her ways have become mine
Soon I will leave this land
I will soar away
I have left no mark upon it
Has it left a mark on me?
