The way home

School is over, time to head home Maybe this time, things will go smooth Green and yellow Changing the field I will behold The mighty train It is dusty, but doesn't seem Just like me, who doesn't speak The fields are changing Now they appear gray All I see is concrete The town is colored pale We finally stop, colors appear The train leaves, but I will stay The town I know, now I walk In a place I still won't talk After some time, I arrive To a house "home" I shall call Home, at least a house A house that I know right This has been so long, many years now Yet, it still strikes me hard...