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My Lord, I am tired, Bring me home

My Lord, My Lord, the time has come I am tired I am coming home I have travel the ether been Places I shouldn't I am tired, My Lord Bring me home I had my darkest hours, At least I thought but this pain I have, I rather not sought My Lord, I am tired, I shall be no more Bring me home I might sound selfish, My Lord others don't know my pain or how I feel Only you My Lord I am tired, My Lord Bring me home Apart of my years, being away from my kids hurt I apologize and I hope they forgive me I know you do I am tired, bring me home I know what's best for me, in your palace I want to be I am tired, My Lord Bring me home I love you all, I am in God Palace now Safe and free Home I shall be I was tired and now I am free and home

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Date: 8/4/2018 2:01:00 AM
I know the feeling and it's punishing, but I guess holding on despite being dead tired is still the best option. Nicely written though, no doubt..
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