you gotta come back

walking by the woods one night,
the cool breeze caressing my head,
i realized that i was afraid
of the dark and nothing was in sight.
never was i so sure of fear, alone
i wondered, why was i afraid now? begone!
i asked fear to go; it didn't take pity on my plight,
the cool caressing breeze turned wild, the soothing
sounds screamed, i whimpered alone, and nothing
came to help me. oh 'twas dark! the night!
i cried, or so i thought, because tears eluded me, for i realized,
so far away am i, from home, from you, my aims i prized.

sitting by the porch, one sunny winter afternoon, i sighed
looking out at toddlers play, adults converse,i lied
to myself! saying i was fine! even though the world wasn't mine,
as it someday was. and i couldn't help it, i just sighed.
the singsong voice of a birdie, sitting hidden somewhere in the lush bush,
i heard, it asked, my self reflecting in its stance, "what was the hurry of being  seen?"
the answer eluded me, i dunno what to say! maybe because i tried hard enough to make a name,
knowing its easy enough to lose it, and meanwhile u awaited my homecoming, my sweet dame!
my features the soft red sunlight awash, i mustered courage, stifled my sighs, bit
my lips and consoled myself, because there wasn't anyone beside me,
my world, my dreams, my fame, my name, gone with the westerlies fast,
as they came, so they went, nothing ever seems to last.
i want you by my side, but 'm too lost in pride,
come and find me honey, i'm too tired to walk!
oh baby you gotta come back! you gotta come back!