Across Five Aprils

I’ve been away so long, seems like all we do is wrong.
You feed on the weak, but I swallow the strong.
It’s all I know, to walk the road that I call home (it’s all I know).
So off you go to roam alone in the unknown.
I’ve been away so long, seems like all we do is wrong.
You feed on the weak, but I swallow the strong.
It’s all I know, to walk the road that I call home (it’s all I know).