Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

It’s funny how
The walk of life
Can take you down
Without a fight

So many years
Can leave behind
Regretfully until it’s time
To realize the moment
When you turn around.

I‘m coming home
To breathe again,
To start again

I’m coming home
From all the places
I have been

With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…
Calls me home

Back in the day
When I was younger
I was so lost and proud

I’ve gained the world
But it will never
Compare to what i've earned

In the quiet moment
When the earth holds still

I‘m coming home
To breathe again
To start again

I’m coming home
From all the places
I have been

With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…
Calls me home
Calls me home

I’m coming home
To breathe again
To start again

I‘m coming home
To breathe again
To start again

I’m coming home
From all the places
I have been

With nothing
But a voice within
That calls me…