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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bring me home, oh Lord, to a land of wonder, Where I can tell you my triumphs- For in the glory of this effervescent blunder, I sit meager and sickly, waiting. I wait for news, oh Lord and Lady Of this feudal estate we are in on this earth; I feel persecuted just like He Shelterless, fearful, and discarded. Bring me home, my heaven, for this Cannot be the ending of my life. I know you planned another kiss But, forsaken I am and yet to thrive. I can’t seem to muster strength To ask for the help I know I ought to, But perhaps in this stretch, this length Of life’s rope won’t hang me too long. Bring me home to a place called home For these streets have names- They try to take mine and turn me to stone, But I think I might survive the night here. Is this a home, oh Lord almighty Where in I may lay my head, And resist all the urges to flee To a land where I think of heaven? Bring me home to a place I cry for Because in this plight I am weary. I can’t stress enough that I implore Oh Lord, for you to take me. But, can you take these chains I rattle inside Of my broken spirit and body? I need sanctuary and a turning tide To land upright in my tumble. Bring me home to my final hours Because I can’t bear this weight; I can see the gravestone and the flowers, Just finish this, oh Lord. I don’t have the strength to take it, I don’t have anything but grief Left which overwhelms my wit- So sorry I am that I’m so lost. Bring me home to some options Of that which you call home. I am patient with no more wins In sight as far as I can see. So star light, star bright, This star I wish upon in the dead, Cold hours of tonight, Are you my home?
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