deep down in the valley, where i shall not go, where I once crawled from darkness,
where the souls live heartless, in the cold and parched land. that I once called home.
They say home is where the heart lives. so I put my home underneath my hat.
I put my heart underneath my sleeve. I wore a short sleeve for the scavengers. and I slept where it suit my needs.

I've seen many things on my road.
like shadows that move on they own.
I've seen Jepedoes, and Pinocchio's, but their crekets they chirp in the field.

when i reached my destination.
I was as empty as my hat on my head
I watched my heart drop from my shoulder and collect dust on the ground.
I seen the valley was bigger than the darkness. I seen the valley was greater than sea.
rather than wait for the landscape to change. I bring my home and my heart back to me.
-Wayy

© Wayy