Home Sick by Hangnail
It’s been way too long, since I’ve seen a familiar face around.
Countless the days before me,
I take them on, one at a time, until I’m there.
Home is on its way,
Don’t worry about tomorrow it’s just one day closer.
Seems so far away,
I know that when we get there these feelings of desire overcome.
We’ve been here so long,
And it seems things are getting out of hand.
Watching the world wasting, wasting away,
I close my eyes, with confidence I tell myself.
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