A Place Called Home
Roam about, room to room, memories
Overflow the senses, warm rememberances
Thanksgiving, Birthdays, Christmas
Break of day, how many left, night
Shadows bow at depressions feet
Life as we knew it, soon will cease
Dawns lowering shades, so near to
Nights, wind sings melancholy lullaby's
Mind reels of days gone by
Mental images, pain ensues, farewell's
Yield crushing blows, sad goodbyes
To a place called home.
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