Someone once sang me a song to sleep,
A song so sweet, long and deep…
But it has turned into a dagger piercing through my ribs
How lovely it was, and is for kids in their cribs
And in unknown languages tunes they chime,
As melancholic as rain
And as old as time

And through time, its worlds, eras and zones,
There is din of creaking wood and breaking bones,
But oh, I am lost on a single page
I am stuck here, yet it is not a cage;
And like all vagabonds I am left to roam
These worlds, eras and zones…
I just want to go home

So take me, lead me, hold my hand, I beg!
Even tear my limbs: my arms and a leg
If you so wish; I am willing to go
I am willing to run or be as slow
As...