Broken Spirit

It was the first day of my last,
I boarded a train full of wailing ghosts.
If I only knew what was on the other side
I would have been the one to wail the most.

We arrived to our dim, broke crib,
My poor heart sank like a stone.
They cut my hair and they took my pride.
Without my memories I'd be alone.

I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.
I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.

This takes me back to the year I was stolen,
The year was 1965.
In the blink of an eye I was taken blind;
Now Ma and Pa don't know if I'm dead or alive.

I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.
I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.

And I need someone to kindle the fire,
And mother nature needs us to love and untie her,
Oh and I'm tired of these meaningless prayers,
We're lost in the fog, yeah and we're going nowhere,
We are going nowhere.

I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.
I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.
I don't want to be alone,
Take me back home.
I am scared to be alone,
Take me back home.
Take me back home.