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Brought Home

Brought Home

the noise has died down
it’s quiet all around
not a sound
as I lay here

i can’t see stars
i feel no sun
i am undone
in this darkness

all that time…
seemed so real
the touch, the feel
with each passing day
the memory fades
the shapes slip away

i’m losing myself
bit by bit
in this grave
night without end

i hear your voice whisper
“I am the way, the truth, the life”
your arms surround me
you lift me up, and you take me home

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