Endearing though to me, Many a man has tried to flee The sordid corners of This putrid penitentiary, Oh, are you here with me? Are you here with me, or Am I dreaming of your shackles Loudly dragging through The hallways of my reverie, Oh, are you here with me? Farther than a lunar axis, As far as I know outer space is. Innovation never takes us As far as we can be. What is left for me? Dimmer than a summer solstice, North of any blooming roses, Melted water, open faces, Below the winter freeze The cold paralyzes me. I'm holding on to home. Thumbs up for the next ride in, I'll go where fuel carries it. I hope it's reaching Gulu town. I'll meet my friends sometime Around the bend. The kitchen smells of memories, And there beside the quarterlies Are photos of my family, but Some of them are missing me, and I am missing them right back. I'm holding on to home. There is nothing captivating On this road that we are roaming. I know every step to take, I know every creak the stairs will make. Holding on to home Like it's as real as a stone, and If I told you: "you imagined it". Would it matter anymore, if You're with me? As long as you're with me. I'm holding on to home.