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Sep 2011
These things I've seen
This loss I've known
For all this time
I let it grow

It leaves me now
I am alone
To live my life
I'm coming home

From a darkened room
In an empty home
To bathe in sunlight
Wash away the stone

No longer hunter
I have all I need
No longer prey
No fear to feed

Cobwebs of living
Blown by the breeze
Freed from the outer
By an innermost peace

I'm building a city
A place where I can live
Building up inside me
All that I can give

I am the wind
Now blowing
I am the tide
Now flowing

Not wondering
Just wandering
Not longing
Just belonging

copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
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Joe Fogg
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