By Justin Ruiz
Tonight I must return to home again
Despite my fear of the change I will see
I doubt they will have open arms of glee
Grotesque is home and home a filthy den.
Commit my self to the trip I must do.
Or else my old bonds back home be deceased.
However in good time I’d be released
From stomping grounds I’m bound to suffer through.
Although deferment is a worth of try.
Adeptly use a new trick up my sleeve.
Delay the time I have before my leave.
Devise a means of freedom from a lie.
Encourage me to try to go back home
And I would rather stay and be alone.