Tytuł: Please come home

• Wykonawca: Camel
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The 29th monsoon had finally dried when a distant buzzing sent
   Nude scrambling for cover. A tiny plane dipped and swerved,
   filled the air with swirling white and disappeared.
   He cautiously approached one of the scattered pices of
   paper:
  
   We've been writing letters each day
   hoping that you'll come home.
   And we're wondering if you're okay.
   As you're not on the phone.
  
   Face the facts now
   Take a chance.
   Come on back now.
   Fast.
  
   Please come home,
   Please come home.
   Everyone cares for you.
   Please come home,
   Please come home.
   Everyone cares for you,
   Everyone.
  
   We've been writing letters each day.
   Hoping,
   that you'll...
   come home.
  
   As the sky turned to afternoon gold, Nude picked up the rest of
   the envelopes and carried then carefully up the mountain.
   For a long time afterwards he sat rocking gently. The letters
   fluttered...the war was over. Long ago. But it seemed of
   little consequence to Nude. For him, it had never started.
  
   In the days that followed, Nude was no longer at one with his
   environment. He was now burdened with the need to explain
   what could not be explained to those who would never
   understand.
   With the air heavy and his instincts dulled by the
   preoccupation of his thoughts, he failed to heed the warning
   silence of a normally busy afternoon. With a gasp and a grunt he
   was wrestled to the ground. A sting in his skin and he was
   released. He reeled around to stare into the eyes of familiar
   uniformed figures. The sudden weight of his head plunged him
   face down into sand denying him protest or the right of a
   farewell glance at his island...