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Sep 2019
I haven’t been home
But I’m on my way
I’m not selfless enough
But I try, I pray
And I know there’s One
Who feels my strife
Who stood in my place
And gave his life

But I haven’t seen him
Since a long time ago
Though he’s here
Yeah, I know
And I’ve been sick
We all are now
Sometimes I can’t wait
To take my bow

From this play we’re in
But that ain’t right
I know I have to
Stay and fight
Because there’s something good
Left worth fighting for
A brilliant light
On a distant shore

A place, a state of mind or more
That paradise we lost before
So I’ll pick myself up
With a helping hand
And head on back
To the promised land
Hadrian Veska
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