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Torn From Home
It all started with a tear,
A cry, a laugh, a smile.
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A dance in the summer fields.
Falling for the lust of heartache
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Weakened at the sight of beauty,
Growing to love another.
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For each pounding beat,
Shone a light, greater than all else.
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A sense of faith and proude
A sanctity, a devotion.
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A place to call our home.
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The mount of evil,
Casting the shadow of darkness.
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Murderous invasions,
Housing heartbreak and fear
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A pure air was no more,
Fighting to the edge.
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I loved. I lost.
I won't stop until we're free.
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It all ended with a tear,
A cry.
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No place to call home.
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