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Maybe a song?
I woke up this morning with the fire from last night smoldered.
The pain of reality attacked my mind,
It's starting to steal what's left of me.
I remember the happiness, the make-shift joy, that was contained inside of me.
Love was all that mattered, the stories, the sadness, the laughter,
And I still feel, that I am not home.
The children are still crying,
The women are still cheating,
The men still drink all of their pain away.
The teens are still growing, creating new stories
The orphan is still trying to find a way,
And everyone just wants to find their home.
I got up from my slumber, with this burden heavy on my shoulders.
I put my clothes on, and looked at my eyes in the mirror.
I saw the laughter, joy, and tears, the stress of all of my feelings.
I cried and bowed my head, asking God when he'll come again,
Because I know, that right now, I'm left all alone.
Oh, the children are still crying,
The women are still cheating,
The men still drink all of their pain away.
The teens are still growing, creating new stories
The orphan is still trying to find a way,
And everyone just wants to find their way, home.
Because that's all we need, a place where we feel complete.
A world with no wars, a world with no scars, a world,
A world that I can call my home.
Where laughter lasts, and age is a lost cause,
Where a mother and father can keep their son,
Where we kill hate, and express our love.
Where no one will ever feel alone.
For this is a world that I believe in,
This is a world that I've prayed for,
This is the world that I need, that I want to call my home.
