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Back Home to Her
Time demanded attention for solace
Company, love, a familiar palace
The drive did not deliver shrill pitches in my ear
Calm music dashed dark thoughts
The road was so clear
Arriving released the tension building within my spine
Some days away to sink the thoughts that plague this mind of mine
Of course the smell of grass and smoke remind of a better time
Excitement bubbles rhetoric which I cant confine
Family connects us with the past
Entwining us with our elders
I slowly remember who I was
Before I exited with her
Why do I stay away
And keep in that place of horror
The walls are painted black and white
Out here is where there's color
I await
To see the honest eyes of another
Trust
Love
More ready than any cruelty to deliver
The one I need is taken
Devoted to a lover
She almost disemboweled the last friend that tried to touch her
But damn me now
Can't stay away or ignore another word
I ache to hear her song, yet suffer the chirps of a cycling bird
The drive back is quickly harrowed by wind, rain, and dirt
No matter what I play
My stomach already starts to hurt.
Company, love, a familiar palace
The drive did not deliver shrill pitches in my ear
Calm music dashed dark thoughts
The road was so clear
Arriving released the tension building within my spine
Some days away to sink the thoughts that plague this mind of mine
Of course the smell of grass and smoke remind of a better time
Excitement bubbles rhetoric which I cant confine
Family connects us with the past
Entwining us with our elders
I slowly remember who I was
Before I exited with her
Why do I stay away
And keep in that place of horror
The walls are painted black and white
Out here is where there's color
I await
To see the honest eyes of another
Trust
Love
More ready than any cruelty to deliver
The one I need is taken
Devoted to a lover
She almost disemboweled the last friend that tried to touch her
But damn me now
Can't stay away or ignore another word
I ache to hear her song, yet suffer the chirps of a cycling bird
The drive back is quickly harrowed by wind, rain, and dirt
No matter what I play
My stomach already starts to hurt.
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