Going home

I hear the shrieks, across the swamps
It bellows through the winds
A mother’s cry, a father’s heed,
A brother’s familiar grin

You say you never needed aid
But I don’t see it close behind
Ill go, I said, with tired eyes, I said I’m going back home

The weight is heavy, across my chest
Sometimes I can’t even breathe
I can see a chain, between my legs,
Linked to their hard knees

You say that it won’t be the same
But I’ve seen it all before
Ill go, I said, with tired feet, I said I’m going back home