You were young, but old enough

to remember it all.

Your eyes fillled with hope,

Ideal to take as their own.

They were mistaken to believe

you could stay away.

Soon running for the truth,

before your heart breaks.

The same blood, coursing in you

gives in to this pain.

Knowing this for yourself,

don't refuse to claim.

One day you will come back,

and the memories will lead.

Then the destination will finally,

be from the very beginning.