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I return home
~wish it was mine...
see the family
~admire the time
eggs for breakfast
~they're so polite...
fish for dinner
~I'll take a bite!
for one whole month i learn to fight
I could return home and spread the light
but...
this life is scrambled...
~I'm out of sight...
purse a girl
~fall in love
take some pictures of a dove
We were in the park
In the dark but...
this friendship lost its ~spark~
I had to go... this life wasn't right...
Returned home to a broken sight...
People getting drunk...
friends getting used
Sirens called my name
As I still Refused
I've realized now, that even this was not my home..
No matter where I go I'll take faith and gamble
I'm just a pilgrim passing through un-alone
until I reach my destination...
This life is scrambled
- by Enola Visten |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/12/2012 |
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