i spent some time to examine the stages   but i couldn't stand the thought of it   anything other than the first cople pages   i just couldn't dig it   someone once told me when looking for answers   "don't look in corners just in the spaces   keep it simple, keep up hope"   sixteen was hopeful      not enough time here, to be bidding it goodbye   this is my home      the light from behind me is spotted and shapeless   and that fits me fine   what's fark in their faces looks dark for the future   well i cna't find my footing if i can't see down   the further along the closer you are   to finding if the dreams are real   and when they aren't what you do then      i'm not tired of it, so i think i'll stay   this is my home   my worry grows    my will, it moans   my spirits aged   my youth replaced by longing   my pulse it slows    my heart is stone   my drive is curbed   not anotehr word about being grateful