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Dec 2015
I'm in the sun by crashing waves
But no one waves to me
I hear them speak most every day
They don't speak to me

I'm lost in a foreign land
Wishing I could be back home
Where even when I'm by myself
I don't feel so alone
I'm going home

I see eyes on their solemn face
But I don't see life
What is this terrifying place?
It's not what I thought it'd be like

I miss my streets filled with snow
I miss the gray skies above
I miss my hands feeling numb with cold
I miss the warmth of love

I'm lost in a foreign land
Wishing I could be back home
Where even when I'm by myself
I don't feel so alone
I'm going home
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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