this house seems small.    the trees are shorter than i recall.    i've still got the sap on my hands from back in the day.    i will return to you.    chase like the wind.    without a fear inside my head but that of death.    and i am still a little scared, i admit.    i will return to you.    i'm coming home.    i'm so thankful for all that i have endured.    and to my flesh and blood for all that i have become.    if i could go back again, would i change all that has been.    if i could go home tonight would i make it all right.    i would stay, and keep it all the same.    i would stay.