Lay me down on a bed of blue ice,
Cover me with a blanket of snow;
I know I will never return
Home,
You can now call me your own
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Sing to me in the voice of a storm,
Look at me with the bright eyes of stars;
I know I will never return
Home –
My wounds will not turn to scars;
/
Wash my sweat and blood off your face,
The face which is now also mine;
I know I will never return
Home;
But I’ve been gone all my life:
/
It was you I’d been reaching for
It was me whom you chose to keep;
I know I will never return
Home –
The rocks below are too steep