this year, i traveled
this year, i left my home
not my house, not my town, i left my country
and when i returned, i felt sorry.
this year, i stayed indoors
this year, it was freezing
as the rain fell down, and the ice from the sky
for the first time in years, it was colder.
we don't normally get snow.
we don't usually have mountains erupt
the lava, spills down, the ash, cascades from st helens,
we don't ever turn red.
but i guess it wasn't enough this time
12 evergreens standing tall
doesn't matter at all.
next year, will i travel?
next year, will i be afraid?
when i leave, it'll be home, it'll be family
and when i return, i'd be sorry