Someday I'll come home
and not feel a weight
pull me into the dark --
I'll be filled with light.
For once my life won't be
empty with no knowing
for tomorrow, but instead
filled with nothing but love.
I just have to get there.
The journey is long, I know.
I've known it all my life.
But in the blink of an eye
I went from six to eighteen,
so is it really that long?
Who knows, I guess.
I'm close. Slowly and surely
I'll be getting there.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Someday I'll come home
and not feel a weight
pull me into the dark --
I'll be filled with light.
For once my life won't be
empty with no knowing
for tomorrow, but instead
filled with nothing but love.
I just have to get there.
The journey is long, I know.
I've known it all my life.
But in the blink of an eye
I went from six to eighteen,
so is it really that long?
Who knows, I guess.
I'm close. Slowly and surely
I'll be getting there.
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