oh i miss it like a great friend
a thing that can’t truly end
from it stems my purist emotion
can’t wait to give it my devotion
by gods will i love it
for within it he finds himself synonymous
away from the prison we create for ourselves
that builds as we establish
further and further in anguish
the land of forgotten by many
but beloved by few
an emotion felt not by plenty
but felt only by those who it grants view
from within it our lives sprang
and a song of contentedness rang
a song to say i’ve sang
a song i’ll sing