Take Me Home
The grace she once walked with
has now gone away
the smile she lit up the room with
is gone forever and a day
her light_ hearted spirit
is now heavy with dispair
she's dragging around the secrets
that she'll never let them hear
she's dying for someone to notice
but she just pretends its fine
she looks up once again now
to the neverending skies
come on eagles, take me up
I'm ready to go, take me home.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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