Hiraeth

Here but somehow in between I'm reconstructing places, congealing memories Like a puppet on a string, learning to walk Getting to know these streets An invisible rope is keeping me connected Where is the end of it all End of searching for Roads to my homeland Road to my home? Pieces of me Can you see pieces of me? I'm like a dust from the knocked - down building Lifted to the atmosphere What is this place Looks like I've been here before Or is it one of the games you play with my senses? I'm sipping some air From a straw to my lungs like a syrup Essential medication An invisible rope is keeping me connected... Where is the end of it all End of searching for? Roads to my homeland Roads to my home Pieces of me Can you see pieces of me? I'm like a dust from the knocked down buildings Lifted to the atmosphere. I'm like dust Like a dust...