im tired of what i bring
but the light will not bless my face with emotion
the moons will become what leads me
i will miss my family
and miss my friends
they will not know what i am doing
and when they want to know they will interupt me
at the end of my moons i will travle once again
i realy am not looking forward to it either
i will see new
and i will see old
i will answer questions
and i will drink like an old sailor use too
what i would like to do is make the time for my self again
what i would like to do is make time for another
some one to come home to
but that is far off

