I long for home in times like,
I long to take these words
And shove them down my,
Sometimes my throat won't
sometimes I'm clear.
Sometimes you feel.
Then and I'm homeward.
Now and you're not near.
Now and you're not.
Now and I'm not here.
Sometimes I'm homeward,
Sometimes my path won't
Leave my conscience,
Sometimes my clear won't
Send me homeward.
Thursday, 4 June 2009
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