Bury the Hope
landing, getting off the plane
I am home but nothings changed
feel the same as when I went
still don’t know just what it meant
questions remain, feelings too
no understanding of me and you
bury the hope, bury the pain
and anything else that still remains
carry on just like before
when you closed the revolving door
hide the truth from those that see
doing what's best for you or me?
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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