I'm coming home, I'm coming home

The sword wound in my side says it all. I have a few minutes at the most.

I never thought it would really come down to this. I thought I was going to die a different death in the Hunger Games, maybe even not die at all, but I thought wrong. I'm just waiting, holding on to life as loosely as I can.

I close my eyes, resting my head on the firm ground, a pool of blood forming around me. Cato must be gone by now...probably to find that fox-faced girl and of course Fire Girl and her boyfriend.

I will die alone, here on this soft bed of grass in my field.

Tell the world I'm coming home

The cameras must all be pointed at me now, seeing if I can pull myself together and carry on or die. I feel oddly sleepy as I press a hand against the bloody wound, trying to lessen the blood flow. The crowd must be on the edge of their seats, seeing what's going to happen to Thresh, the once strong tribute from District 11.

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

A steady rain shower begins to pour out of the sky. It's one of those nice rains, one that makes everything smell good.

The smell and feeling of the cold rain on my skin brings back memories of my childhood, memories of playing in a field, carefree and happy.

I open my eyes slowly and glance down at my bloody hand, the rain washing away the awful red. I smile slightly and close my eyes again, letting the rain wash everything away, purifying me.

I know my kingdom awaits

I know it's time to let go now. I relax my muscles, and suddenly there's a bright but soothing light everywhere. Out of the light comes people I know. Family, friends, Rue, people that were once lost, but now I've found them.

My mother and father step forward from the crowd, smiling at me. They were killed by Peacekeepers when I was a child, leaving my sister and I with our grandmother. I can see the glistening of tears in my mother's eyes as she extends her hand to me.

"I didn't think I'd see you so soon," she says. I take her hand and wrap my arms around her. My mother and father, who died when I was so young. They're not dead now, and they're ready to take me to my home.

And they've forgiven my mistakes

As my mother, father and I embrace, the others come and place a hand somewhere on my body: my head, my arms, my back. Some take others shoulders until everyone is connected to me in some way.

"Are you ready?" my father asks me.

I nod and my mother kisses my forehead.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

I follow my parents and the other people who love me and have forgiven me for all I've done into the light. It's a beautiful light.

Tell the world I'm coming...

My cannon fires.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home.

Let the rain wash away

All the pain of yesterday.

I know my kingdom awaits

And they've forgiven my mistakes.

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming...home.