AFTER THOUGHTS
No more jeers
Nor sorrow we walk the edges of tomorrow
Whistling winds travel these same paths also
We accompany them with hollow dreams
Our bones shiver with the chill of unknowns
We have a place to go called home
So say simple prayers if you weep We this nation can withstand these things which winds blow blinding our sight at times though we know this is almost home
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