I walk amongst blank faces
People, names, of different races
Old and young and bold and dumb
They welcome me into their town
A town of grey and a town haunted
By the years and years of those departed
And I had been times before
To find the those time had forgot
But now they welcome me
Into their arms, away from thee.
My home is warm and dry and sound
And the whole world a world away.
Around the homes built of stone
The bright faces looked alone
I saw a face I recognized
And called but no answer came
I live not like the world I saw
And I am free from fate and law
The town is quiet and we rest
In our wooden beds and soiled sheets
Despite the quiet, I am not alone
For this stiller town is now my home.