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She's Home
And so I came
Foolish I was...
At her door
That goddamn door
That once locked me in
That shut out my cries
Didn't care if I wanted in or out
Never once did it creak
And here I stood
Like a child, lost
Ringing a broken doorbell
Floorboards stirring
She was home
And like a mother, nurturing
She answered me.
Art by John Kenn Mortensen
Foolish I was...
At her door
That goddamn door
That once locked me in
That shut out my cries
Didn't care if I wanted in or out
Never once did it creak
And here I stood
Like a child, lost
Ringing a broken doorbell
Floorboards stirring
She was home
And like a mother, nurturing
She answered me.
Art by John Kenn Mortensen
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