The Call For Home
i must go home now
the sun is gone, I have had my fun
in the arms of a thousand days before
i must go home now
where old men go to meet lovers
that do not call again
i shall go before the rain
\how long since i left
i can remember nothing
because what is in nothing to remember
it was all ideas in my head
the only reality is my separation
from the fire getting cold in my bones
i must go home now
\things are good here
i like to watch the bird poise above the bud
of flowers sipping sweet nectar
in the glistening dawn. i must go home
i love the sun, but i must let it go
and give my heart a chance to go.
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