Hiraeth

Somewhere far away

Where the sounds of hearts sway

There where I can't stay, 

'Cause there's nothing I can do or say.

There down the city, 

Where people are extremely hilarious and silly

There where the wind's voice is intoxicating, 

And where families tend to appreciate every single thing.

Over there is a home where this poet should be,

And it is indeed the 'somewhere' all of you should see. 

Truly, that is where my grave should be, 

This time... Will life agree?