Home Again
Wandering Souls: Jamie Kent's Reflection on Loss and Redemption
Lyrics
On the edge of dirty water,
Reflecting on the outskirts of polluted water
Here I wander, with the wind
Wandering in this place, carried by the wind
From the battle, to the bottle,
Transitioning from a conflict to reliance on alcohol
All that we lose now, just to win
Sacrificing things now for the uncertain prospect of victory
I see faces, they see numbers,
Observing people as mere statistics or figures
I remember, they forget
Recalling memories that others have forgotten
Things that I've done, for my country
Listing actions performed for the country
Some I'm proud of, some I regret
Expressing a mix of pride and regret for past deeds
I'm trying to find a way to call this home again
Seeking a way to rediscover a sense of belonging and comfort
Got my bed back, but I ain't sleeping,
Having a bed but struggling with insomnia or restlessness
Somedays I break, just trying to bend
Experiencing emotional breakdowns while attempting to adapt
They throw a party, with yellow ribbons,
Noticing celebrations with yellow ribbons and unfamiliar faces
and all these strangers that I call friends
Surrounded by strangers referred to as friends
I'm trying to find a way to make this home again
Continuing the quest to establish a sense of home
Just trying to find a way to make this home again
Persistently trying to restore a feeling of home
And I know I'll never be, who I used to
Acknowledging a changed self, marked by visible and hidden wounds
Too many scars, but only some you see
Conveying the impact of scars, some concealed from view
I'm trying to find a way to call this home again
Searching for a way to label this place as home once more
Just trying to find a way to call this home again
Persisting in the effort to identify this location as home again
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