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Jul 2017
Walking out 'upon-the-grass,'
found myself a-lone.
Roses, trees, the walking paths,
a second sort of home.

How did,
how did I...
How did I get this way?

People in the park at night,
find themselves a-lone.
People in the park at night,
wandering, -no home.
Silhouetted moving shades,
invisible by day.
People in the park at night,
-not people now they say.
and they,
they are...
-just wandering away,
-wandering away.


Laying up against the Oak,
Father I am home.
Open skies, see stars amass,
I am not a-lone?
Why was this my destined path?

How did I get this way?

People in the park at night,
they are not a-lone.
People in the park at night,
WAN-DER-ING BUT HOME.
Silhouetted moving shades,
invisible by day.
People in the park at night,
-not people now they say!
PEOPLE IN THE PARK AT NIGHT,
lost along the way.
SLEEPING IN THE PARK TO-NIGHT,
crumbling; they fray.


Lord why?
why are things...
why are things...
Why are things this way?

Falling from this life at last,
found I'm not alone?
Jesus came to see me pass,
said

"Nev-ver were you a-lone."

People in the park at night,
see themselves a-lone.
People in the park to-night,
not wandering but home...


Never are they alone.
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
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