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The hills faded into the distance

and I knew that I was never coming home,

only to empty walls stained by the past.

A place where I did once abode.

The emptiness sinks deep within me,

as I drift away.

Through the rushing waters of the past.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Open roads before us,

vestiges of the past.

Fading memories don't die,

when will we return at last?

Final goodbyes of one last fire,

those embers burn in my heart.

I dream of you (all) every day

and how through the years you all played your

part...

(The final goodbye.

The final fire.)

...in making me the man I became

from the child I once was,

the shame and embarrassment of

the sheep I had been,

to the wolf you made of me.

I am so goddamn grateful

and I will never forget what you have done

and when I return by 65 south

the battle will have already been won.

(Give thanks and respect to those who make you strong)