Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Home

Empty street that I'm missing
Defeated by things I'm insisting
Shiny river I used to play
Long time enough I threw away

Chills but peaceful by hilly paths
Felt like centuries to be apart
Beats of leaves swaying the green
Kept me wandering how far I grieved

I'm going home with simple hope
That singing birds provide the dope
I'm going home with simple hope
May hands remain to give me rope

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