I long to be back Home
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a bird: it goes to places
Wayfaring somewhere far beyond
Moreover, towards nowhere -
T'was with weight light-boned
Feathers lost of all heaviness
At its end they always do
They always look up to the sky
Dwell into the darkest dawn
Still they rest their head; nesting
Without a doubt, they belong
Still, I long for it
I am all for you, but I must go
To where I once found comfort
With my heart in many other places
Where lay my head every night;
A different pillow
A different kind of consciousness
A different touch of gentleness
A different kind of safety
They now mean less than nothing
They now mean less than nothing
For all I want is to be Home
I have gone too far
To be a part of the world
not be of the world
But of a good place
Where my safest haven strays
Where I closed my eyes
And the worst was okay
As she lulled me to sleep
Against my crumbling spinal cord
Down to a winding case
In the cold of the night
Where everyone changed
I need to be back Home
Quiet flutter against to be heard
It fights. It stops
Silent
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Please bring me back Home
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