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Journey Home
Tears fall like fine wine,
Pouring down on us,
Like the heavens that cried,
When the perfect skies,
Had watched us naked,
Long past gone.
Crazed by the light,
Shining down on us,
Like the sun that bore,
When you screamed for more,
Wanted passage out,
Far from here.
Bathed in the fires,
Burning us all,
Like the flames that ignite,
Our souls in flight,
Weary from night of passion,
Journey home.
