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Friendly faces have been few and far between,
Warm words only present in spits and spurts.
Days pass with no shoulder on which to lean –
It’s getting hard to hide how much it hurts.
They sneer, give it their all to break me down,
And no one will stop their vindictive hands.
Their hearts, sad to say, are a stark ghost town,
And joining them there is not in my plans.
I keep my mind on you – you’re where I belong.
I pray nothing’s changed, all will be the same,
That I’ll find peace in arms steady and strong –
That beautiful life is mine to reclaim,
And it’s where I should have been all along.
I want to come home. It’s been much too long.