I Am Home
Decades turn and lines run deep
written in sand and stone
lain where spirits roam
blow winds blow
Moons blink at the sparrow
picking at scraps of yesteryear
cradling up the fear
blow winds blow
Sunsets drop low past redemption
shadows standing tall
fighting not to fall
blow winds blow
Staring at the face of tomorrow
I am home
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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