Dream
Over the hill and far away
it's what I dream of every day
to wander here and there at will
instead I stay at home and still...
the day will come and out I'll go
I only hope it's before the snow...
begins to fall and the fields are white
don't let it be that long-this virus we fight
my patience now is wearing thin
tired of sitting at home it's such a sin...
to moan and complain while others suffer
but to see my kid's- well I am a mother
It won't be long of that I am sure
and I'll be heading out that door.
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