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2006-06-18

There is nothing left here,
to make my heart sing,
and so I sit in the dark,
trying to find the way, home.

Yet, here I sit at home,
trying to leave for, home.
And nothing happens, just days,
weeks, months, and nothing.

My heart sits in a stupor
and I can?t find my voice,
to sing. Two things hold me,
the greater above, and knowing,

knowing that in months,
I will be back away, home.